My beautiful daughter No 2 was involved in her own melodrama's over the last week - and I have tried hard - yet not too successfully to keep my sarcastic (read really funny fantastically witty brilliant)comments to myself.
She looks beautiful red faced, strewn with tears in the tiniest bits of clothing... that are not purchased from an adult shop. Really - someone should put that girl in the movies. She attended a party after a bit of prodding from us - her misery at some nasty teenage girl/boy stuff was about to provoke her to the entire "Camille" performance and ... who the hell wants to hang around with that all night?
She works at 7 am tomorrow morning. She will be absolutely unbearable when she gets home. Maybe the rest of us can manage to be out.
Daughter No 3 is loving her work - albeit at a fast food store - but it is the financial independence,her excitement at the kiddies birthday parties and her tales of the customers that frighten her.... that make me so proud of her. She helped me make dinner tonight with a lovely togetherness and happiness.
Except - I suspect I could be one of the customers that scare her.
Oh well.
William rang from his Dads - he and his uncle Paul will be home tomorrow morning. It has been a long time since I have seen Paul - and I always enjoyed his company.
I considered writing a New Years Resolution List. But when I sat and thought about it... it usually entails me giving up something. So buggar that.
I made daughter No 2 walk with me and the dogs uptown today. No real reason - just to get us off the sofa. I hate holidays - I get so bored. Christian doesnt think too far past food, adult entertainment, boating and fishing. My taxi duties are multiplied by ten. Daughter No 2 duly points out if we are walking all the way uptown to ring Christian to pick us up - why cant we just drive up town and save the walk. SHE MISSED THE WHOLE POINT.
Rocky (wonderdog No 1) was a complete bastard for the first 25 minutes. He pulls so hard - passerbys must want to ring the RSPCA to report us. He makes non stop CHOKING noises and it takes both arms and constant restraint to hold him. Dotti climbed into the fountain at the Yacht Club. I had fun - but I had to keep telling Jane she was having fun too.
I will too! Tomorrow when I make her come with me again!
Happy New Year!
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Saturday, December 30, 2006
Saddam
WITHOUT wanting to join any arguements on who or what Saddam was... I was still astounded at the joy my friend announced his death (I cant figure out how to make the free tv channels come on - the kids are away and I just mess remote controls up)... My friend is a reluctant barmaid who doesnt like people much anyway... why the glee at his death? People are always good at shocking me... but something so remote from us/her and her pleasure at the EXECUTION of another human being. Watch the related video... and it seems to me.. rather... alarming.
The whole "weapons of mass destruction" and the execution before the trials had even finished...the figures of the deaths he caused versus the figures that amass daily in our war for freedom.... freedom against weapons of mass destruction... and .. err ok it just all seems so rediculous to me.
Hey - it is just me.
And hanging? We had to put down a puppy a few years ago .. and it was so so quick with the injection at the vets. It was still quite horrid... but so quick it.. became bearable for our memories?
I dont feel any joy at this execution. I was surprised my friend did. I felt nothing but sadness. I felt sorrow at the memories of when I was at Uni and we did debate and discuss such topics. I particularly remember watching footage of the United Nations talks and thinking.. no one is listening to this man... I felt a little pang of guilt that all I really give a hoot about is my kids, spouse, family, friends and dogs. Not necessarily in that order either.
I felt shocked she felt it such an occasion that we should celebrate. But I have NEVER knocked a reason to drink alcohol.
I think it is unlikely I would ever feel joy at any execution of a human. Maybe Martin Bryant excluded.. but he too could have the digntity of the injection we gave that little puppy.
I also made the mistake AGAIN of looking at Tim Blairs blog. Thank heavens I have never felt ... anywhere connected to these people.
The whole "weapons of mass destruction" and the execution before the trials had even finished...the figures of the deaths he caused versus the figures that amass daily in our war for freedom.... freedom against weapons of mass destruction... and .. err ok it just all seems so rediculous to me.
Hey - it is just me.
And hanging? We had to put down a puppy a few years ago .. and it was so so quick with the injection at the vets. It was still quite horrid... but so quick it.. became bearable for our memories?
I dont feel any joy at this execution. I was surprised my friend did. I felt nothing but sadness. I felt sorrow at the memories of when I was at Uni and we did debate and discuss such topics. I particularly remember watching footage of the United Nations talks and thinking.. no one is listening to this man... I felt a little pang of guilt that all I really give a hoot about is my kids, spouse, family, friends and dogs. Not necessarily in that order either.
I felt shocked she felt it such an occasion that we should celebrate. But I have NEVER knocked a reason to drink alcohol.
I think it is unlikely I would ever feel joy at any execution of a human. Maybe Martin Bryant excluded.. but he too could have the digntity of the injection we gave that little puppy.
I also made the mistake AGAIN of looking at Tim Blairs blog. Thank heavens I have never felt ... anywhere connected to these people.
Monday, December 25, 2006
Christmas Meme
It is strangely quiet now the little kids have gone. I have already seemed to run out of things to read on the internet. I found the Christmas Meme over at PC's... (Her trifle recipe ingredients could buy us a four stroke motor I am sure! Sounds wonderful... HAVE I BECAME MY FATHER AND THE SCROOGIEST PERSON ON EARTH?)
Anyway - on with the meme.
1) Do you have a tree, and if so what is hanging on it?
We have an old, cheap, plastic tree that has serviced us for the last five years. Before that we used to use real trees and spend the three months still vacuuming up the pine cones. And Australian “real trees” don’t look anything like our Northern Hemisphere friends tree. (Or on the tv – whateva)
The kids and I went to hang our stuff on the tree – but Anna (almost 16) was disgusted at their age, their lack of sparkle, the handmade pieces (INCLUDING the ones she had made for me) and in the end – I was only allowed to keep two. Anna said she would buy new ones – but then her trip to see Robbie Williams and her desire to be extravagant for family members (who deserve jack chit) – DELAYED this purchase. And – yep – this year the poor tree only had the tinsel and one green bauble that William made for me from pre-school (Will and I both begged for it to be saved) and the crocheted snow crystal my friend Carrie sent me years ago adorned our tree.
I didn’t sit the beautiful angel B sent me from Canada on the tree – deciding instead to show her off on the sideboard because she looked rather.. strange alone on top of a tree no one can see.
And I swear I looked for two days – and I couldn’t find our lights. And I KNOW we have heaps of them. Dotti the wonderdog managed to find old baubles and .. redecorate them.
This house is the same size as a postage stamp (I can use poetic license – I have scotch too!) and the tree is on a hall table not built for a hall this small. There is absolutely no other place it could of fit. Actually, too many of the things I have cant be used for what they are designed to be simply because of the space issue.
I suggested we string popcorn up at least… and my girls were horrified. Even when I told them we have done it many times before. I did tell them we wont eat the stuff… fly poop and all considered….
2) What's the most successful bit of Christmas cooking you've done so far?
I kept this year really simple and am so glad I did. No stress moments.
Christmas Eve we had oysters Kilpatrick and natural – and a cob loaf with banana prawns, smoked salmon, every cheese I found in the fridge, cream, garlic, coriander, cumin, parsley and onion (I was too mean to pay $4 for a bunch of shallots) and a few finely chopped left over vegetables. It was delicious and messy. No one – even William – even spotted the vegetables.
Christmas breakfast was French toast, leg ham grilled, the boys had eggs, mangoes and corn on the cob. My mother started the corn on the cob for Christmas breakfast years ago… and I just love being able to get all buttery and messy for breakfast.
And lunch was just roast turkey thigh fillet and leg of lamb – all the condiments and five roast veggies. I even forgot to put anything green on. No one complained. I didn’t even worry about an entrée this year either. Dessert was just parfait glasses with jelly, strawberry mousse and when I said I will make some banana custard… everyone said.. “Don’t bother with the custard – we will just eat the banana’s” (Good comes from bad – Cyclone Larry saved me a bit of cooking?)
3) And the least successful?
I am hoping this is just for this year – cause in past years I could go on forever. Like ditching my own idea of Christmas lunch for families – to find they served day or more old cold chicken, sliced ham from the deli and salads. Ex-sister in law and I once starved ourselves for three days thinking Christmas dinner was going to be the full roast thing – and arrived to find spinach leaves with lemon dressing with cold grilled fish. Fine for a lunch with your girlfriends.. but not Christmas day!
This year the lamb was too rare for Anna’s taste – but ok for mine. I didn’t put it on the table so it would offend her.
4) Which bit of your Christmas shopping are you happiest with?
It is so very hard shopping for teenagers. I felt like I should of provided more expensive presents in accordance with what they tell me their peers are receiving. But I simply couldn’t. And I also suspect that if I could – I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t buy myself an $800 phone. I do not have the $ and am not sure I want Will to have a $3k motor bike. IF he did we would need much more because Christian would need one too to go with him. And that sounds all like yet another worry for me.
The competitiveness is so awful – and yet I still cringed when I heard any of the kids asked what they received for Christmas and felt a bit like a “loser” (I hang around teenagers sorry) as I cringed as they replied.
I bought my mother a digital camera that I think she will love. But I am so used to our cameras – the camera thing is something I will blog about later. I KNOW my mother will get a kick out of being able to show me her latest rose bloom or bird visitor in her garden. But I bought it off eBay and it arrived to late to get to her on time….
The boat motor is KINDA Christians’ present. And that – at least – I know he not only deserves but will use to the best of its.. usefulness. And he loves.
5) Have you opened any of your presents yet? What was it / were they?
The BBQ was my present to me, and Anna bought me the oysters and prawns. My mother has been making me a patchwork quilt and that will arrive soonish. My closest two friends gave me wine – and I gave them exactly the same thing. Shades of my life – I actually didn’t receive any gifts. But I also spend 365 days a year telling anyone and everyone not to give me things.
6) Do you have any bad Christmas associations that will have to be tackled?
None that I want to tackle again. My own ISSUE over Christmas in a divorced family situation is that children should be able to have access to both sets of families. I can’t change the past – all I can do is make sure I don’t make those mistakes. And hell – sometimes being nice/civil to the “other side” is so damn hard. I bit my tongue every single time my three children purchased lovely gifts for their family. (Usually with my money – excepting Anna who has her own money)
Bloody wonder I managed to eat so much at all really.
7) What's your favourite carol? Why?
I am always a crier. But “The Little Drummer Boy” just chokes me up no end.
As a kid we sang this at the Opera House – and I felt like a bit of an orphan the night that should have been a wonderful night…
I love listening to carols. I always think the malls are so lucky they play them because otherwise I would get in a worse temper.
8) Which part of your Christmas plans is most likely to go awry?
I am so glad I kept this year simple. There was nothing that could go wrong this year. I didn’t expect my mothers present to take so long to get here. That certainly went awry. I have always had easy transactions on eBay.
9) What's your most favourite thing about Christmas?
Wow – it is family and friends. Even though this year I deliberately kept it at just my kids and us. Although I didn’t put myself threw the huge paces of being nice to the ex’s and visiting friends etc… I did spend many moments remembering the NICE times about when we have done this. I guess there wont be all that many times left I will have just the kids home …and heaven knows some of my girlfriends are simply better at celebrating for 24 hours plus than me…. (Yes Robyn you!) I love the big feast – but hell I can make any excuse for one of them if I want to.
10) What's your least favourite thing about it?Being so far away from family and friends so that I can’t just rock up and visit them when I do have my little nostalgic moments about them. I also hate mince pies and fruit cake.
11) What Christmassy thing have you seen or heard in the street or on the teeve or in the blogosphere that has
(a) touched your heartI got all teary at the front page of Saturdays “The Courier Mail” with the picture of Terry, Bindy and Bob Irwin. But it doesn’t take a lot to get tears from me.
And last week on the Christmas Harbour Cruise when I finally met people Christian knows from work who foster up to 12 children at a time and the two beautiful girls they had with them that night.
(b) hit a nerve
My nerves were hit raw with my kids desire to purchase their “other family” wonderful presents. Ten hours of shopping for people that do jack chit for them.. seemed senseless to me.
or (c) made you want to barf?
William walked past Anna’s plate after eating his breakfast mostly with his hands (corn cobs require this – but eggs and ham do not) and pulled pieces from her mango off…. I felt her pain at that.
12) Who do you wish you had contacted to say Happy Christmas but haven't so far?
We were pretty slack and didn’t do cards or many calls. Tough – I love so many people it would of taken me too damn long. And lets face it.. it is such a hectic time of year. I don’t like to bother people. Or I hate to be bothered myself.
Anyway - on with the meme.
1) Do you have a tree, and if so what is hanging on it?
We have an old, cheap, plastic tree that has serviced us for the last five years. Before that we used to use real trees and spend the three months still vacuuming up the pine cones. And Australian “real trees” don’t look anything like our Northern Hemisphere friends tree. (Or on the tv – whateva)
The kids and I went to hang our stuff on the tree – but Anna (almost 16) was disgusted at their age, their lack of sparkle, the handmade pieces (INCLUDING the ones she had made for me) and in the end – I was only allowed to keep two. Anna said she would buy new ones – but then her trip to see Robbie Williams and her desire to be extravagant for family members (who deserve jack chit) – DELAYED this purchase. And – yep – this year the poor tree only had the tinsel and one green bauble that William made for me from pre-school (Will and I both begged for it to be saved) and the crocheted snow crystal my friend Carrie sent me years ago adorned our tree.
I didn’t sit the beautiful angel B sent me from Canada on the tree – deciding instead to show her off on the sideboard because she looked rather.. strange alone on top of a tree no one can see.
And I swear I looked for two days – and I couldn’t find our lights. And I KNOW we have heaps of them. Dotti the wonderdog managed to find old baubles and .. redecorate them.
This house is the same size as a postage stamp (I can use poetic license – I have scotch too!) and the tree is on a hall table not built for a hall this small. There is absolutely no other place it could of fit. Actually, too many of the things I have cant be used for what they are designed to be simply because of the space issue.
I suggested we string popcorn up at least… and my girls were horrified. Even when I told them we have done it many times before. I did tell them we wont eat the stuff… fly poop and all considered….
2) What's the most successful bit of Christmas cooking you've done so far?
I kept this year really simple and am so glad I did. No stress moments.
Christmas Eve we had oysters Kilpatrick and natural – and a cob loaf with banana prawns, smoked salmon, every cheese I found in the fridge, cream, garlic, coriander, cumin, parsley and onion (I was too mean to pay $4 for a bunch of shallots) and a few finely chopped left over vegetables. It was delicious and messy. No one – even William – even spotted the vegetables.
Christmas breakfast was French toast, leg ham grilled, the boys had eggs, mangoes and corn on the cob. My mother started the corn on the cob for Christmas breakfast years ago… and I just love being able to get all buttery and messy for breakfast.
And lunch was just roast turkey thigh fillet and leg of lamb – all the condiments and five roast veggies. I even forgot to put anything green on. No one complained. I didn’t even worry about an entrée this year either. Dessert was just parfait glasses with jelly, strawberry mousse and when I said I will make some banana custard… everyone said.. “Don’t bother with the custard – we will just eat the banana’s” (Good comes from bad – Cyclone Larry saved me a bit of cooking?)
3) And the least successful?
I am hoping this is just for this year – cause in past years I could go on forever. Like ditching my own idea of Christmas lunch for families – to find they served day or more old cold chicken, sliced ham from the deli and salads. Ex-sister in law and I once starved ourselves for three days thinking Christmas dinner was going to be the full roast thing – and arrived to find spinach leaves with lemon dressing with cold grilled fish. Fine for a lunch with your girlfriends.. but not Christmas day!
This year the lamb was too rare for Anna’s taste – but ok for mine. I didn’t put it on the table so it would offend her.
4) Which bit of your Christmas shopping are you happiest with?
It is so very hard shopping for teenagers. I felt like I should of provided more expensive presents in accordance with what they tell me their peers are receiving. But I simply couldn’t. And I also suspect that if I could – I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t buy myself an $800 phone. I do not have the $ and am not sure I want Will to have a $3k motor bike. IF he did we would need much more because Christian would need one too to go with him. And that sounds all like yet another worry for me.
The competitiveness is so awful – and yet I still cringed when I heard any of the kids asked what they received for Christmas and felt a bit like a “loser” (I hang around teenagers sorry) as I cringed as they replied.
I bought my mother a digital camera that I think she will love. But I am so used to our cameras – the camera thing is something I will blog about later. I KNOW my mother will get a kick out of being able to show me her latest rose bloom or bird visitor in her garden. But I bought it off eBay and it arrived to late to get to her on time….
The boat motor is KINDA Christians’ present. And that – at least – I know he not only deserves but will use to the best of its.. usefulness. And he loves.
5) Have you opened any of your presents yet? What was it / were they?
The BBQ was my present to me, and Anna bought me the oysters and prawns. My mother has been making me a patchwork quilt and that will arrive soonish. My closest two friends gave me wine – and I gave them exactly the same thing. Shades of my life – I actually didn’t receive any gifts. But I also spend 365 days a year telling anyone and everyone not to give me things.
6) Do you have any bad Christmas associations that will have to be tackled?
None that I want to tackle again. My own ISSUE over Christmas in a divorced family situation is that children should be able to have access to both sets of families. I can’t change the past – all I can do is make sure I don’t make those mistakes. And hell – sometimes being nice/civil to the “other side” is so damn hard. I bit my tongue every single time my three children purchased lovely gifts for their family. (Usually with my money – excepting Anna who has her own money)
Bloody wonder I managed to eat so much at all really.
7) What's your favourite carol? Why?
I am always a crier. But “The Little Drummer Boy” just chokes me up no end.
As a kid we sang this at the Opera House – and I felt like a bit of an orphan the night that should have been a wonderful night…
I love listening to carols. I always think the malls are so lucky they play them because otherwise I would get in a worse temper.
8) Which part of your Christmas plans is most likely to go awry?
I am so glad I kept this year simple. There was nothing that could go wrong this year. I didn’t expect my mothers present to take so long to get here. That certainly went awry. I have always had easy transactions on eBay.
9) What's your most favourite thing about Christmas?
Wow – it is family and friends. Even though this year I deliberately kept it at just my kids and us. Although I didn’t put myself threw the huge paces of being nice to the ex’s and visiting friends etc… I did spend many moments remembering the NICE times about when we have done this. I guess there wont be all that many times left I will have just the kids home …and heaven knows some of my girlfriends are simply better at celebrating for 24 hours plus than me…. (Yes Robyn you!) I love the big feast – but hell I can make any excuse for one of them if I want to.
10) What's your least favourite thing about it?Being so far away from family and friends so that I can’t just rock up and visit them when I do have my little nostalgic moments about them. I also hate mince pies and fruit cake.
11) What Christmassy thing have you seen or heard in the street or on the teeve or in the blogosphere that has
(a) touched your heartI got all teary at the front page of Saturdays “The Courier Mail” with the picture of Terry, Bindy and Bob Irwin. But it doesn’t take a lot to get tears from me.
And last week on the Christmas Harbour Cruise when I finally met people Christian knows from work who foster up to 12 children at a time and the two beautiful girls they had with them that night.
(b) hit a nerve
My nerves were hit raw with my kids desire to purchase their “other family” wonderful presents. Ten hours of shopping for people that do jack chit for them.. seemed senseless to me.
or (c) made you want to barf?
William walked past Anna’s plate after eating his breakfast mostly with his hands (corn cobs require this – but eggs and ham do not) and pulled pieces from her mango off…. I felt her pain at that.
12) Who do you wish you had contacted to say Happy Christmas but haven't so far?
We were pretty slack and didn’t do cards or many calls. Tough – I love so many people it would of taken me too damn long. And lets face it.. it is such a hectic time of year. I don’t like to bother people. Or I hate to be bothered myself.
Merry Christmas from Dotti and Rocky. (Or is it - my owner sucks when she thinks its cute to make us wear this shit?)
You thought they were discussing the fact they only got a Smacko Stocking with a ball and some treats in it?
Nope - Rocky took on a Christmas toffee and had a buggar of a time eating it.
Dotti says - "Table is set! This must be my seat in front of the airconditioner!"
Rocky waits for us girls to leave the table and trys his luck with the boys.
"Can I have a toffee?"
My dogs remember NOTHING! But they had a marvellous day. As I type - they are both lying belly up at my feet.It was nice with no stress of travel and visiting! But then again - Christmas with friends and family is nice too - I just cant take my dogs and chose them this year.
It was just us - until the ex-brother and sister in law came to pick up the younger kids to take to Rockhampton to stay with their Dad until Friday. Now it is just Anna and us. Anna has some pleasant new friends - and a walk around the beach is a good idea shortly to.. compensate from some of the excesses of lunch.
But - a very simple Christmas here - that was just lovely. And I am hoping everyone else had a lovely one too. I thought of many friends and family today... And even the reminiscing was lovely.
Cheerio! A bottle of scotch is calling me!
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Quick post on the Jackeroo Tuscany BBQ - AGAIN!
I noticed I got a quite a few “hits” to my little waffling blog from referrals searching about the Jackeroo Tuscany BBQ. So – if that is what you are looking for I have mentioned it here and here. I love my BBQ - and therefore feel quite happy to sing the praise it deserves... to the tune of Falalalalaa la la la la...
I have cooked everything I could think of in it. Indeed – the very first week I used an entire 8.5 kilo gas cylinder up. I have been a little more moderate with it since then. I haven’t yet bought the rotisserie – but will along the track.
I find it does roasts just fine. I do always place roast meats on top of bread. I have to keep an eye on it… the temperature so easily gets so hot. The side burner holds the huge pots necessary for crabs. (Of which we have only caught ONE LEGAL SIZE one – and so tomorrow will be smoked salmon and banana prawns.)
BUT… tomorrow our Christmas lunch will be a turkey thigh roast and a leg of lamb. Everything will be done out on the BBQ – and no cooking inside the house. Previous years the oven competed with the air conditioners… and the oven wins.
Regarding how I originally lost the instructions manual? Christian FOUND* me another one, and we decided that the manual would not of been a terrible lot of help with the assembly ANYWAY. So - if anyone also searches for the instruction manual and cant find it.. I would be happy to scan it and send to them.
For big celebrations – I will drag it out the back. But because we live so close to the ocean I worry about the effects – and the front porch is more protected.
Yep – I really do love my new bbq.
And it so smells like Christmas - but cooler! We havent even turned the air conditioners on yet! The mangoes make the room smell so lovely. The kids are still excited about presents under the tree. The dogs have chewed up as many things as they could - the baubles from the trees look sad actually. For some reason I like them better this way. Righto - I best set the jelly and walk up the supermarket to see if any last minute specials are to be had!
*Found – he walked out of the shop we bought the BBQ from with the manual on display.You can take the boy out of the 'Didge - but you can't take the 'Didge out of the boy.
Friday, December 22, 2006
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Television Meme
Television meme - pinched from Elsewhere.
1. Earliest remembered television?
Playschool and Sesame Street. We were the last people to get a colour TV in our neighbourhood – but the very first to get a vcr. In my mind – Jemima, Big Ted, The Cookie Monster and others were completely different colours. I imagined them - hell these guys were my idols... and then! Cookie Monster was BLUE? Sheesh an adjustment and it took me a while to get used too. I also felt I related better to the colours from the Australian and UK TV shows and that there was something odd about the ones from the USA. I wonder if that was imagined? Or are the colours really different?
2. TV series you would want on a desert island
Would I want to watch TV on a desert island? Ok so it is a very dull island and the fishing absolutely stinks? And I am not enjoying no telephone, no errands, no money to think about, no washing to do and no need for a vaccum cleaner? There are no seed pods to examine or rocks to count all the colours I can see in them. The water is not making wonderful ripples and the sun is not playing with the colours on the water either. I still roar laughing at Absolutely Fabulous? Oh no – question is too hard. Can I have a book instead maybe?
Anna just said “Lost” so she could figure out how to survive. That would do maybe. Besides I fell asleep threw so many of those episodes and I do mean to try watch it again.
3. TV that made you laugh
Woops I already answered that! But – I am easy to amuse. I loved The Young Ones also. Faulty Towers and Allo Allo. There is probably something messed up with my brain that it is so easy to amuse me.
4. TV that made you cry
My second daughter and me are born criers. We cry at the NEWS. Tears wouldn’t stop for me as I watched the Cronulla riots and the miners freed…. Lassie ! Oh my goodness… House and Greys Anatomy … I cry at the documentaries on the Discovery Home and Health documentaries all the time. The plastic surgery that corrects a deformity, babies first steps, the fat person gets skinny! The makeovers!
5. TV crap that you enjoy
Will & Grace! We love it. How embarrassing!In the privacy of our home we mimic Karen too. Sad, but true. And we think ourselves terribly funny. And we like Gilmore Girls too. Until this year – I was an absolute Big Brother fan too. In the past I have even left a full trolley of groceries because I have looked at the time and decided if I didn’t leave now I wouldn’t make it home by 7pm. Tragic – but true. (Sorry to anyone who works in a supermarket!) But this year I was cured.
6. TV you'll never forget.
9/11 coverage of the World Trade Centre. I don’t think it is meant to be news stuff. Ok. Umm… Molly from A Country Practice dying. Man that was a lot of crying! And! Anna wasn’t even alive then! Imagining how she would of cried is pretty fantastic too!
I loved I, Claudius. And Nancy Astor.
7. Favourite TV adaptation.
I loved Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. And Day of the Triffids. But I was a teenager then. And I watched them with my Dad. There wasn’t a lot a teenager and my Dad had in common – so watching the tv together was our time.
7. Favourite nerdish program
(Elsewhere said DR WHO was nerdish. Damn and buggar I am a nerd through and through then. Maybe I have the wrong definition of nerd? Doesn’t everybody love Dr Who?) I watch heaps of shows on the How To channel. I think how they make Twisties and Peanut butter at the factories is absolutely fascinating. And Lifestyle Food channel too. Tragic I guess. I just adore Two Fat ladies .. still. You know their food will kill you – but man it looks and sounds so good! Wrap the already fatty meat in more fat.. cover with pastry and baste with fat…from the fattest ducks or pigs in the world… Cook it in butter – and then add more butter. Add more wine. It is just fantastic.
8. One TV program you are currently watching
For the past week all I have done is flick threw all the bloody channels – find nothing – or of course recognize I already watched that last week and give the remote to someone else. And then remember I have stuff to do.
The Worst Jobs in History. I don’t miss that one. And I recently really enjoyed Thank God you’re here!
9. One TV show/series you have been meaning to watch
Well – I will have to get hold of Six feet Under now I guess.
10. Now tag five people:
No – you can do it if you want too. Or remind me of all the fantastic tv shows I forgot to mention.
1. Earliest remembered television?
Playschool and Sesame Street. We were the last people to get a colour TV in our neighbourhood – but the very first to get a vcr. In my mind – Jemima, Big Ted, The Cookie Monster and others were completely different colours. I imagined them - hell these guys were my idols... and then! Cookie Monster was BLUE? Sheesh an adjustment and it took me a while to get used too. I also felt I related better to the colours from the Australian and UK TV shows and that there was something odd about the ones from the USA. I wonder if that was imagined? Or are the colours really different?
2. TV series you would want on a desert island
Would I want to watch TV on a desert island? Ok so it is a very dull island and the fishing absolutely stinks? And I am not enjoying no telephone, no errands, no money to think about, no washing to do and no need for a vaccum cleaner? There are no seed pods to examine or rocks to count all the colours I can see in them. The water is not making wonderful ripples and the sun is not playing with the colours on the water either. I still roar laughing at Absolutely Fabulous? Oh no – question is too hard. Can I have a book instead maybe?
Anna just said “Lost” so she could figure out how to survive. That would do maybe. Besides I fell asleep threw so many of those episodes and I do mean to try watch it again.
3. TV that made you laugh
Woops I already answered that! But – I am easy to amuse. I loved The Young Ones also. Faulty Towers and Allo Allo. There is probably something messed up with my brain that it is so easy to amuse me.
4. TV that made you cry
My second daughter and me are born criers. We cry at the NEWS. Tears wouldn’t stop for me as I watched the Cronulla riots and the miners freed…. Lassie ! Oh my goodness… House and Greys Anatomy … I cry at the documentaries on the Discovery Home and Health documentaries all the time. The plastic surgery that corrects a deformity, babies first steps, the fat person gets skinny! The makeovers!
5. TV crap that you enjoy
Will & Grace! We love it. How embarrassing!In the privacy of our home we mimic Karen too. Sad, but true. And we think ourselves terribly funny. And we like Gilmore Girls too. Until this year – I was an absolute Big Brother fan too. In the past I have even left a full trolley of groceries because I have looked at the time and decided if I didn’t leave now I wouldn’t make it home by 7pm. Tragic – but true. (Sorry to anyone who works in a supermarket!) But this year I was cured.
6. TV you'll never forget.
9/11 coverage of the World Trade Centre. I don’t think it is meant to be news stuff. Ok. Umm… Molly from A Country Practice dying. Man that was a lot of crying! And! Anna wasn’t even alive then! Imagining how she would of cried is pretty fantastic too!
I loved I, Claudius. And Nancy Astor.
7. Favourite TV adaptation.
I loved Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. And Day of the Triffids. But I was a teenager then. And I watched them with my Dad. There wasn’t a lot a teenager and my Dad had in common – so watching the tv together was our time.
7. Favourite nerdish program
(Elsewhere said DR WHO was nerdish. Damn and buggar I am a nerd through and through then. Maybe I have the wrong definition of nerd? Doesn’t everybody love Dr Who?) I watch heaps of shows on the How To channel. I think how they make Twisties and Peanut butter at the factories is absolutely fascinating. And Lifestyle Food channel too. Tragic I guess. I just adore Two Fat ladies .. still. You know their food will kill you – but man it looks and sounds so good! Wrap the already fatty meat in more fat.. cover with pastry and baste with fat…from the fattest ducks or pigs in the world… Cook it in butter – and then add more butter. Add more wine. It is just fantastic.
8. One TV program you are currently watching
For the past week all I have done is flick threw all the bloody channels – find nothing – or of course recognize I already watched that last week and give the remote to someone else. And then remember I have stuff to do.
The Worst Jobs in History. I don’t miss that one. And I recently really enjoyed Thank God you’re here!
9. One TV show/series you have been meaning to watch
Well – I will have to get hold of Six feet Under now I guess.
10. Now tag five people:
No – you can do it if you want too. Or remind me of all the fantastic tv shows I forgot to mention.
My hunter - and my BBQ
William is becoming my little legend. Second morning in a row he has caught my brunch! A 37 cm Grunter was his catch today.
Dotti - as always - was impressed!
Placed in a washed banana leaf, marinade of coriander, basil, garlic, sweet chilli sauce and a dash of oyster sauce prepared....
Basted and baked for ten minutes...
And a perfect meal.
Still no sign of those crabs though....
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Crabbing - or the lack thereof?
Our first day on the water - we caught one blue swimmer crab. This created an anticipation of magnificent crabbing to be had! Such excitement and salivation.. I was planning my Christmas menu around them. However - in our haste to consume the unfortunate bugga... we rushed home to cook it! And yes it was delicious. Fresh crab is always best. But maybe he warned his mates or something.......
Thankfully I do have some Ingham Turkey Thigh Roasts in the freezer for backup/alternative. (Cheap, impossible to ruin and DELICIOUS)
Three days later and many hours out on the water - and not one sighting even. An undersize cod gave us a brief moment of excitement - before we realised what it was.
Christian is blaming the bait. I guess we have just been unlucky. Other fisherman seem a little coy about the amount they are catching. We did watch two lucky blokes haul in a large mud crab not 100 metres from where we fished and waited for crabs to enter our pots.
Because I whinge about the sun and the heat - under bridges is just the perfect place to fish sometimes. I took Anna's MP3 player thing yesterday - and strangely enough the "Harry Potter soundtrack" that I had curled my nose up at previously - was just lovely bobbing around on the boat waiting for the tugs. I will have to get myself one now.
Today I had to stay at home because someone has to do the washing, cleaning, pay the bills (I didn't get around to that) figure out the easiest way to figure my mothers digital camera and send it to her (yes - I am aware it will be late now no matter what), drive Jane to work etc etc (all the things that occupy my time that I never seem to get done or am always late at.)
William went instead, and proudly delivered me a 27 cm bream still swimming around in the bottom of the bucket. I am not usually fond of bream. I am also happier to be presented with fish already dead. Looking at them swimming and looking back at me has never stopped unnerving me. I hated fishing before I met Christian and I ... do have some hangups about it. I like the kindest quickest kill always and I am completely happy to "waste money" by letting a fish keep the hook if removal will hurt it. I will get pedantic and risk everyones safety insisting on climbing over the boat to find a tape measure to make sure and if I cannot identify a fish it has to go back in the water. I feel no remorse when we get home and it is proved to me it was a wonderful eating fish and perfectly legal.
However - he was so pleased to present it to me I felt obliged to eat it. I cooked the hungry hunters and girls (who spend their time on the internet, out with friends, throwing clothes on the floor and parading in front of mirrors - and giving me orders on where and when to taxi them..another story but a whingy one.. I was pleased to be able to confer with a girlfriend today that I am not alone in the "my girls treat me as a servant and show me no thanks".... buggar waffling again... back to story)
.... chicken breast fillet burgers and simply wrapped my fish in foil and threw it on the bbq. I decided to eat it with just soy sauce and wasabi... and it really was wonderful. So simple, so messy but so very wonderful. I wont knock the humble bream as much anymore.
Tomorrow we will have clocked the ten hours driving time with the boat motor so it goes in for a service.
Anna bought Christian (her stepfather) the new lights for his boat today. I had a wonderful time climbing over the very expensive boats. Of course it gnawed at me for a moment that we could have one if I simply worked full time like every other person in the world.... but my natural laziness has argued with that all afternoon. I have to think of the dogs... you know!
Jane enjoyed her first shift at work and looks forward to a birthday party on Friday. No one else I know would like to dress as a clown or fairy and host a party for kids. I know we have all done it... but to actually enjoy it?
My girlfriend M found me a wonderful long sleeved shirt to wear on the boat to avoid the sun and sand flies. Christian amused me (ways not suitable for blogs and) madly soldering and cursing the new lights.
Peasant living can be so very satisfying you know. I may get frustrated about the small stuff - the state of the floors, the sofas, the socks up the hallway and power tools on the coffee table. But all in all... we are surrounded by so many wonderful things.
But not instruction manuals. They completely "suck". Not in any fun way.
Waffling again.. best I be off...
Cheerio!
Monday, December 18, 2006
Feel good Monday story? Another bow to Ms Fits
We can always count on some people to amuse us. Ms Fits never lets me down.
Today's blog she is simply using her clever wit to demonstrate the stupidity of Australia's immigration stance/history etc ... and if that is not interesting ENOUGH... one of the comments alerts us to this absolute gem.
Do not keep scrolling. Watch our esteemed treasurer of our country. He must of got bored with simply increasing the anti muslim/fear fanatics/if you don't eat meat pies, spit and are a member of a cricket or football club. He clearly indicates he understands "Australian values" and in accordance with his understanding - if anyone doesnt they should leave. Oh I know - how boring - that was Costello's PAST antics.
And then he attempts to ridicule one of our rock icons. Regardless of whether you like Garrett's anti nuclear, definately green conservationalist and look after our workers ethics........ I found using his music (I danced to this as a teenager for heavens sake)for his own political agenda TODAY... twenty years later. (Should clear this up too - I am certainly anti nuclear, anti war, anti destroying anything unless we absolutely have too and cant see why we need tax cuts for the rich any more than we already have...and am no Liberal supporter)
I think Peter Garrett mouths the word "FAG" but others have thought he mouths the word "FUCK". I guess both work?
But of course while wandering in You Tube - this one is just classic. I JUST LOVE THIS ONE. (I know people who say stuff like this and I am not allowed to laugh as loudly).
Ok - so I never said it was hard to amuse me.
Today's blog she is simply using her clever wit to demonstrate the stupidity of Australia's immigration stance/history etc ... and if that is not interesting ENOUGH... one of the comments alerts us to this absolute gem.
Do not keep scrolling. Watch our esteemed treasurer of our country. He must of got bored with simply increasing the anti muslim/fear fanatics/if you don't eat meat pies, spit and are a member of a cricket or football club. He clearly indicates he understands "Australian values" and in accordance with his understanding - if anyone doesnt they should leave. Oh I know - how boring - that was Costello's PAST antics.
And then he attempts to ridicule one of our rock icons. Regardless of whether you like Garrett's anti nuclear, definately green conservationalist and look after our workers ethics........ I found using his music (I danced to this as a teenager for heavens sake)for his own political agenda TODAY... twenty years later. (Should clear this up too - I am certainly anti nuclear, anti war, anti destroying anything unless we absolutely have too and cant see why we need tax cuts for the rich any more than we already have...and am no Liberal supporter)
I think Peter Garrett mouths the word "FAG" but others have thought he mouths the word "FUCK". I guess both work?
But of course while wandering in You Tube - this one is just classic. I JUST LOVE THIS ONE. (I know people who say stuff like this and I am not allowed to laugh as loudly).
Ok - so I never said it was hard to amuse me.
Holidays - and the crabbing & fishing begins
Christian finally got his new boat motor. It is a Tohatsu 18HP and he is a contented man.He built me a bird feeder a month or so back - and we have had many lovely late afternoons watching the finches and sipping a wine cooler admiring the little birds. He was rather miffed with them when they pooped on the brand new motor. The motor now gets a cover every night. Similar to tucking in the children I guess.
The milk bottle in the creek is attached to a rope attached to a crab pot. According with fishing regulations the pot and float have our name and address on them. Today our bait was chicken necks - however our reward was only one male blue swimmer crab. It is illegal to take the female ones.
We will be back out at sparrowfart tomorrow morning. His holidays have begun.
The odd thing is I was whinging to my friends about these holidays. I whinged about hours on the boat, and the complete changes his holidays give to my routine. And yet - after a late start this morning (I promised to get up at 5.30 but refused to budge till 7 am)- I LOVE meandering around the estuarys in a tiny tin boat. Always something wonderful too look at.
Watching dolphins play is always a plus. My camera is three years old now - a Fujifilm A330. And it has been a terrific little camera. We really have had a wonderful run with it. But - our next purchase will be a better one. (Or really I should find the manual and learn how to do the video with it? My daughters know how to do it but I don't know how.)
The amazing trees on the eroded banks, the cactus in flower, the wallabies sleeping in the grasses, the sea eagles making their catches, the splashes of the big fish; small fish and best of all the sting rays make the hours feel like minutes.
We had said we were only going out for two or three hours. Neither of us took a watch and I forgot my cell phone so we had no way to tell the time. We stayed out over five hours.
This bank made me think of chocolate? I think if you double click on the photos they will display larger.
I want to get to bed early now! We may be financially challenged these holidays but... judging from first day - we are going to have a terrible lot of fun.
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
We just bathed the dogs.
The paw prints tell a story don't you think? It wouldn't of been possible for me to grab a camera when it happened. Needless to say - Christian and I are both very wet and very tired. (Rocky is the culprit really - Dotti behaves well for a bath)
I can't show the picture of the bathtub for fear that someone will ring the RSPCA to report extra disgustingly dirty dogs.
The eucalyptus wool wash works a treat on fleas though. And already they have
Thank heavens I didn't continue the painting today. It wouldn't of survived that ruckus.
Monday, December 11, 2006
I wonder if this is why I can never have a clean house?
Christian comes home from work like this. I need an outdoor shower next. I do sometimes ask what he was doing.
Ok - so most times I dont ask. I just ask him not to sit anywhere.
Jane's first "real" job
So – after a week of trudging though the stores in search of the suitable job interview clothes (and holiday lounging type stuff) SHE SEEMED PLEASED AS PUNCH TO DON THE UNIFORM. Another complete moment of mystification for me. All the positively gorgeous tops I showed her and she was HORRIFIED at my suggestions… and yet the uniform of the takeaway food giant thrilled her and she was trying it on before I had even put my handbag and keys away.
Best I keep my comments on the actual uniform to myself. Especially the fact it requires the horrible hot triangle thingy for flattening clothes. Arghhhhhhhh.
But – all very exciting for Jane!
This morning she was dressed for her interview without any prompting from me.
I have to take my car to the mechanic to find out the financial damage of the leaky radiator cooling thingo… but I need a “slow” day wherein I am not expected to be taxi, run errands or turn up to anything I am meant to. Wednesday is looking good.
In the meantime – I have to fill the radiator with water EVERY SINGLE TIME I DRIVE THE CAR ANYWHERE.
Anna informs me she wants a lift to the mall at 12.30. I tell her – I am taking Jane to Hungry Jacks™ at almost 10 am and she can hitch a ride. That isn’t good enough – she needs to be there at 12.30. I try to reason the car is not healthy and I don’t want to do any unnecessary trips. I ask her to check the water for me now – confident she has now seen me do it so many times that she could accomplish this minor task. Result – major argument. She did open the bonnet of the car but she didn’t check the water – and had I not double checked… car would be up the road somewhere and I would of spent the morning waiting for road service.
I made Anna come with me figuring she could at least keep me company as I tried to wait in the car. Anna and I sat in the car for.. oh five minutes maybe. I couldn’t help myself and said “We will just go in and share a burger and pretend we are just customers.” Anna responded with “I love you.. you are so hopeless.”
I think she meant that as a compliment.
So – trying not to peer and only making one gesture for Jane to sit up straight… Jane mouths to me… “I got it!” and the woman interviewing her returns to the bench seat with Jane’s uniform. Anna purchased the burger as I positioned myself as close as I could to listen. I doubt if anyone is ever going to employ me to go undercover anytime soon.
So – tonight she attended a staff training session on birthday parties and she starts her first shift next Tuesday. She has a booklet to read (I have already read it and told her most of it) the uniform to iron, the hat to wear and she is musing already on how she plans to spend her wages.
I had worried the fact she attends boarding school would be to her detriment in finding a job. But the manager told her that if she calls and lets them know when she comes home for weekends they would try include her in shifts.
Another daughter earning her own money, and another battering of adult life. She too has to learn how long an hour can take, what it pays for and the joy of being able to spend it exactly as she wants… NOW – because in years to come she will have to pay for her own living expenses.
I hope she buys cool stuff I can borrow too like Anna does. Payback for 14+ years of breaking, experimenting with, spilling, borrowing without asking etc etc may be a bitch. But I love it.
But – in running the girls where they needed to be in my broken car today, I amassed another 140 kms on the odometer. I accomplished about half of the things on my “to do” list. I stretched dinner for four into dinner for six. I argued with four people I love. It was necessary to have THREE heart to heart talks with my daughters.
Sara rang – she only ever rings when she is miserable…and I get the feeling she didn’t tell me all of it. She feels the pressure of her two casual jobs, her family commitments (son, aunts, recent deaths, her cousins, visiting expectations, lack of money) too overwhelming and just needed to vent a little. She is doing great really. If she stopped for a minute and thought about all the responsibilities that have been thrust on her...(or chosen whateva) it is bloody hard and why people can't just always be nice, and why no one can wipe their feet, change a loo paper roll, give thanks or credit when they are due ... and the ability of the odd person to accept our tantrums.
I interacted with a total of eight teens or pre teens. Some of this was pleasant some of it was decidedly not pleasant. I was very very pleased with William’s end of year school report. I didn’t even bother complain when William and his mates decided to play ball out the back at the risk of my new garden beds. I haven’t prepared anything for the luncheon tomorrow; my painting the trims is still no where near finished; decorating Anna’s room is at a standstill; my promise to socialize Dotti the wonderdog has not happened; the dogs haven’t even had a bath in the last week!; in short since finishing work on Friday – I have achieved buggar all.
I think if I hear one more person in my house say "But it is holidays!" I may snap. Throw another watermelon. That was a good one... shocked the buggars for weeks.
Tomorrow I must sit and feed the ducks.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Catching up - the slack blogger
School holidays started last week for both my younger girls. Jane caught the train home on Sunday after a brief stay with her Dad... and she wants a job for the holidays. The financial independence her older sister has is very inticing... and hasnt been possible so far for Jane because she is at boarding school.
I worked last week (well - four hours a day) and now my work is pretty much finished until the 8th January or thereafter. After work I taxied Jane around to put in her applications, Resume and of course the cover letters at McDonalds, Hungry Jacks, IGA etc etc. If I have whinged about writing Resume's before for beloved friends over aged 30 - writing them for 14 and a bit year olds is even more difficult.
Jane arrived with a dismal wardrobe and it was necessary to find her clothes suitable for a job interview. I wanted plain black slacks and a nice top. The black slacks because many of the aforementioned employers do require black slacks ANYWAY... and her and my idea of what constitutes a nice top took many dismal (well for me) hours and shops..... The shops are complete mayhem with all the bloody holiday shoppers and I find shopping a miserable task even if I do have money to waste. Finally Jane and I found something we both liked. Her first interview is tomorrow at 10 am - and I will (of course) take pictures and go along and try very hard to just sit in the car and not peer threw the windows making gestures for her to sit up straight and smile.
Crap! I should of asked a friend to take her I guess.
Shopping with Jane was such a miserable task that I often came home not feeling like talking or even cooking. It has been a week. I get a bit cranky too because I get home from work to find Jane still in her pjs and the house a little messy. Anna and Jane "perform" for me... they fight constantly - and sometimes I find the drama just too exhausting.
It is me.. I am getting pedantic about things that dont really matter. I guess I just have worries of my own (holiday season, Christian about to have THREE WHOLE WEEKS AT HOME UNDER MY FEET IN MY WAY, we are going to run out of money quickly and that will make him more bored, my car is overheating and I think I have cooked the radiator - or something - doesnt matter... it will cost money!Tom (the kids sperm donor) and his family have actually COMPLAINED that I said.. you are all welcome to have Christmas lunch here with us but this year I am not driving up and doing all the cooking at Tom's house.... so my tongues rather sore from holding onto it.... (Three fooking years driving up to cook at a bachelors house who couldnt even remember to buy serviettes or matching fooking plates.... and he WHINGES constantly about my dogs being in his yard?)
Anna's hours have increased with school holidays so it is necessary for me to be on standby for lunches and uniforms ready etc. She can walk home during her breaks and its cheaper and healthier if I feed her. It took her a while but she has learnt that spending $10 a day on takeaway isn't as good as having Mum provide free hot food on demand. (All those years they accused me of cruelty because I couldnt afford didn't provide them with takeaway food. 'Cause all their friends Mum's provided takeaway food... EXCEPT ME!)
Wow - I make it sound as it has been a completely awful week.
It hasn't really. I have drafted a few art options for Anna's room. I have begun the painting of the white gloss trim around our postage stamp house. I roared laughing at the girls and their dismissal of all the wonderful ornaments for Christmas they once made and presented me so proudly. And I went with their wishes and we will buy brand new ones tomorrow. (Excepting one William made me that met approval after his complaints and my interference that it did actually fit with the chosen colour scheme)
It has been lovely to have Jane home and to talk to her. (The shopping events were however extremely miserable for me) Anna and her closest friends have been wonderful with their two hours dressing for one hour at the mall...M & L have lovely manners and are always a pleasure.
My girlfriend M has made careless comments about the girls and my wieght that has led to ... tension soothing... and my girls are so delightfully FUNNY when they are being bitches. There are moments when I am really not a good example in life. I am telling myself.. "Stop laughing, make the girls stop being nasty...." but for the life of me I cant. Then I have to pull faces at them to make sure they dont say anything horrid in front of......... oh... too hard sometimes. I completely see the girls point.. but I dont want them to be as mean?
Next Saturday is the purchase of the new boat motor - so Christian has been COMPLETELY USELESS (other than a few ways not suitable for here) because he has sanded back the boat trailers and one of the boats... and ... done stuff to them. I kinda listened and was present at some of the purchases at the hardware shop. Most of the time I was looking at other far more worthy stuff... and wishing men didn't have to do this stuff. He CHOSE to .. sand/grind make dreadful noises with hand held machines NEXT TO MY NEW GARDEN... so I caused a bit of an uproar when I turned on the sprinklers.
It rained every single night this week... and I got yelled at for watering the bloody plants. Sigh. Tonight he watered the plants himself and came inside to tell me he had done that. I wonder if men ever get it? They just don't do they?
I read plenty of blogs when I could. And M gave me a wonderful stack of old magazines. Years ago - I had a business wherein I could claim magazines as a tax deduction for decorating. At the end of the financial year I found I had spent almost $4k on the darn things. I love to read and look at pretty pictures. A couple of them (the blogs not the pretty pictures) really moved me.
The new BBQ! I used a 8.5 kilo gas tank in one week! Hahaa.... I really doubt this was the sensible money saver I thought it was going to be. But in August I purchased a new fridge and freezer assuming I would save money. And the next bill confirmed I hadnt. BUT - I cook a terrible lot. And my power bill is usually around $500 a quarter. So MAYBE... the power bill will be less. Like.. $30 a week less?
Ok - nope that probably isnt going to happen. More bills and most likely I will have to find full time work next year. Which causes a headache for kids sports, lifts, kid's afternoon tea (mine prefer hot fresh food) Anna's work, dog time (they hate being alone .. or I hate them being alone.. something like that), cleaning (which I am never going to get an award for) art time, lunch time, coffee with friends and strangers and crappy wine and nibblie nights. When I work full time I have to buy crap for wine and nibblie nights. They are more fun if I can spend a few hours or days preparing the food.
We have no debts at all. Whilst renting - not even a mortgage... and that feels so odd to me. The insurance, utilities etc all come in under $300 a month. And yet occasionally I feel so anxious about it? I dont have a bank ringing me all the time torturing me about the mortgage - I dont have three vehicles and a truck to remember the registration for and I am not finding nomination money every week........ And it was so long ago that I did have that? (If I am feeling sorry for Tom for heavens sake shoot me) I am not fretting about fodder and where to buy it from... (Wait a minute we have two cars and two boats and trailers and one trailer instead.... just not as expensive.. I still have to remember to pay the damn things)
Yet I still panic about money. I do nothing to earn more. I shun jobs that people tell me about. I am happy where I am. I hate too much change. The new boat motor will do Christian good. I kinda like boating too. Sometimes. Just not when it is hot and definately not when it is dangerous. Heaven knows he deserves SOMETHING for having to feed and support us for all my little kids lives.
There are reasons why I dont post huh? The dogs and the kids amused me as always. This week I should get some time back. But I plan to sleep in till almost 9 am every morning.
Anna is going to the Robbie William's concert this week. Go figure. William went to his first ever all night huge party. Jane is just dealing with me and my crankiness.
I worked last week (well - four hours a day) and now my work is pretty much finished until the 8th January or thereafter. After work I taxied Jane around to put in her applications, Resume and of course the cover letters at McDonalds, Hungry Jacks, IGA etc etc. If I have whinged about writing Resume's before for beloved friends over aged 30 - writing them for 14 and a bit year olds is even more difficult.
Jane arrived with a dismal wardrobe and it was necessary to find her clothes suitable for a job interview. I wanted plain black slacks and a nice top. The black slacks because many of the aforementioned employers do require black slacks ANYWAY... and her and my idea of what constitutes a nice top took many dismal (well for me) hours and shops..... The shops are complete mayhem with all the bloody holiday shoppers and I find shopping a miserable task even if I do have money to waste. Finally Jane and I found something we both liked. Her first interview is tomorrow at 10 am - and I will (of course) take pictures and go along and try very hard to just sit in the car and not peer threw the windows making gestures for her to sit up straight and smile.
Crap! I should of asked a friend to take her I guess.
Shopping with Jane was such a miserable task that I often came home not feeling like talking or even cooking. It has been a week. I get a bit cranky too because I get home from work to find Jane still in her pjs and the house a little messy. Anna and Jane "perform" for me... they fight constantly - and sometimes I find the drama just too exhausting.
It is me.. I am getting pedantic about things that dont really matter. I guess I just have worries of my own (holiday season, Christian about to have THREE WHOLE WEEKS AT HOME UNDER MY FEET IN MY WAY, we are going to run out of money quickly and that will make him more bored, my car is overheating and I think I have cooked the radiator - or something - doesnt matter... it will cost money!Tom (the kids sperm donor) and his family have actually COMPLAINED that I said.. you are all welcome to have Christmas lunch here with us but this year I am not driving up and doing all the cooking at Tom's house.... so my tongues rather sore from holding onto it.... (Three fooking years driving up to cook at a bachelors house who couldnt even remember to buy serviettes or matching fooking plates.... and he WHINGES constantly about my dogs being in his yard?)
Anna's hours have increased with school holidays so it is necessary for me to be on standby for lunches and uniforms ready etc. She can walk home during her breaks and its cheaper and healthier if I feed her. It took her a while but she has learnt that spending $10 a day on takeaway isn't as good as having Mum provide free hot food on demand. (All those years they accused me of cruelty because I
Wow - I make it sound as it has been a completely awful week.
It hasn't really. I have drafted a few art options for Anna's room. I have begun the painting of the white gloss trim around our postage stamp house. I roared laughing at the girls and their dismissal of all the wonderful ornaments for Christmas they once made and presented me so proudly. And I went with their wishes and we will buy brand new ones tomorrow. (Excepting one William made me that met approval after his complaints and my interference that it did actually fit with the chosen colour scheme)
It has been lovely to have Jane home and to talk to her. (The shopping events were however extremely miserable for me) Anna and her closest friends have been wonderful with their two hours dressing for one hour at the mall...M & L have lovely manners and are always a pleasure.
My girlfriend M has made careless comments about the girls and my wieght that has led to ... tension soothing... and my girls are so delightfully FUNNY when they are being bitches. There are moments when I am really not a good example in life. I am telling myself.. "Stop laughing, make the girls stop being nasty...." but for the life of me I cant. Then I have to pull faces at them to make sure they dont say anything horrid in front of......... oh... too hard sometimes. I completely see the girls point.. but I dont want them to be as mean?
Next Saturday is the purchase of the new boat motor - so Christian has been COMPLETELY USELESS (other than a few ways not suitable for here) because he has sanded back the boat trailers and one of the boats... and ... done stuff to them. I kinda listened and was present at some of the purchases at the hardware shop. Most of the time I was looking at other far more worthy stuff... and wishing men didn't have to do this stuff. He CHOSE to .. sand/grind make dreadful noises with hand held machines NEXT TO MY NEW GARDEN... so I caused a bit of an uproar when I turned on the sprinklers.
It rained every single night this week... and I got yelled at for watering the bloody plants. Sigh. Tonight he watered the plants himself and came inside to tell me he had done that. I wonder if men ever get it? They just don't do they?
I read plenty of blogs when I could. And M gave me a wonderful stack of old magazines. Years ago - I had a business wherein I could claim magazines as a tax deduction for decorating. At the end of the financial year I found I had spent almost $4k on the darn things. I love to read and look at pretty pictures. A couple of them (the blogs not the pretty pictures) really moved me.
The new BBQ! I used a 8.5 kilo gas tank in one week! Hahaa.... I really doubt this was the sensible money saver I thought it was going to be. But in August I purchased a new fridge and freezer assuming I would save money. And the next bill confirmed I hadnt. BUT - I cook a terrible lot. And my power bill is usually around $500 a quarter. So MAYBE... the power bill will be less. Like.. $30 a week less?
Ok - nope that probably isnt going to happen. More bills and most likely I will have to find full time work next year. Which causes a headache for kids sports, lifts, kid's afternoon tea (mine prefer hot fresh food) Anna's work, dog time (they hate being alone .. or I hate them being alone.. something like that), cleaning (which I am never going to get an award for) art time, lunch time, coffee with friends and strangers and crappy wine and nibblie nights. When I work full time I have to buy crap for wine and nibblie nights. They are more fun if I can spend a few hours or days preparing the food.
We have no debts at all. Whilst renting - not even a mortgage... and that feels so odd to me. The insurance, utilities etc all come in under $300 a month. And yet occasionally I feel so anxious about it? I dont have a bank ringing me all the time torturing me about the mortgage - I dont have three vehicles and a truck to remember the registration for and I am not finding nomination money every week........ And it was so long ago that I did have that? (If I am feeling sorry for Tom for heavens sake shoot me) I am not fretting about fodder and where to buy it from... (Wait a minute we have two cars and two boats and trailers and one trailer instead.... just not as expensive.. I still have to remember to pay the damn things)
Yet I still panic about money. I do nothing to earn more. I shun jobs that people tell me about. I am happy where I am. I hate too much change. The new boat motor will do Christian good. I kinda like boating too. Sometimes. Just not when it is hot and definately not when it is dangerous. Heaven knows he deserves SOMETHING for having to feed and support us for all my little kids lives.
There are reasons why I dont post huh? The dogs and the kids amused me as always. This week I should get some time back. But I plan to sleep in till almost 9 am every morning.
Anna is going to the Robbie William's concert this week. Go figure. William went to his first ever all night huge party. Jane is just dealing with me and my crankiness.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Gardasil for our daughters
This morning at 10 am the Prime Minister and Federal Health Minister Tony Abbot announced the funding of the HPV vaccine Gardasil for next year.
I for one am no longer looking at our emergency savings for the girls. And I am relieved. It isn't like we have money to spare. And ONLY YESTERDAY I discussed the vaccine at our local doctors - he wisely told me to wait.
The fact sheet can be found here.
I for one am no longer looking at our emergency savings for the girls. And I am relieved. It isn't like we have money to spare. And ONLY YESTERDAY I discussed the vaccine at our local doctors - he wisely told me to wait.
The fact sheet can be found here.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Suzie could climb trees
This is my oldest daughter's old dog Suzie. Suzie would climb the peppercorn tree to scitch the cat. Somewhere I have a picture of Suzie getting swatted higher up on this tree by the cat.
When Sara was 6 she "found" me a black terrier dog that I loved madly for years. Sara named that dog "Suzie" too. Sara wasn't very original with names.
This is our beloved
The ONE part of our fence that is not 8 foot high... he is escaping over.(It is five feet high and in his effort to get over it he is losing plenty of skin and fur) I went to the clothes line and heard the troll barking at some innocent person walking up the street from our front yard. Rocky starts his bark from the nature strip - then backs towards the house - still barking aggressively. So - I tied him up out the front. Where he dug up the newly planted plants BEFORE I went to leave to work and there is the LOCAL ANIMAL OFFICER not ten minutes after Rockys incident. Our new neighbours are very quick on the draw to ring the pound. Seems ironic - afterall it wasn't them Rocky barked at. I.. err fibbed and said he was on his chain.
Guess who is back at the fencing shop on Saturday and what exciting stuff we are doing on our Saturday afternoon?
Dotti - of course - never wants to leave the yard unless its for a walk or a drive. Especially since yesterday we cranked up the airconditioner again. Dotti LURVS the airconditioner.
However - she is deaf. And so she thinks the coolness is directly related to a particular dining chair. Move this chair into the kitchen where it is not as cool and she still sits on it and crys. Poor girl. It is funny when I am bored though. Move her chair watch her get confused. The only other airconditioner she feels is on our bed.. and Rocky normally doesn't allow her there.
Monday, November 27, 2006
MAYBE we shouldn't FEED them!
I just read or told Christian the crux of all of this. Anna has gone to bed telling us we are embarrassing her and it isn't normal for parents to react like this.
He said " Of COURSE Robert is fine with us - we feed him all the time."
I said "We feed ANYBODY any time!"
He said "Well maybe we should stop this shit!"
Hahahahaha.
He said " Of COURSE Robert is fine with us - we feed him all the time."
I said "We feed ANYBODY any time!"
He said "Well maybe we should stop this shit!"
Hahahahaha.
Blink and time goes by....
Only a moment ago my little redhead was tottering around refusing to ever get dirty.
This morning I picked Anna and Will up from the train station to quickly get dressed for school, give them their "why we are late notes" and lunches and drop them off at school. I had to wait till William was out of earshot before I could tell Anna what I found. And that I had blogged it.
I swear she wasn't even out of the car and she was texting Robert to tell him! And the dear young man.. quickly blogging and commenting... he must of had some fear. (He still should.. Christian and I may be... understanding? however I can assure anyone... her father is the worlds biggest PRUDE and would .. geez I don't want to think too much about his reaction. I suspect I will get introuble for it. I hate being on the defensive.. so prefer the offensive.)
It - lol... that... seems wrong too?
I was a little bit disappointed that she hadn't complied with her end of our agreements - that we get contraception FIRST. We had procrastinated with that. On occasion she did say.. I think I am ready to do it.... and I would say... book the doctors appointment and we will go. So I was a little miffed that she ... neglected THIS VERY IMPORTANT PART.
However I am not mad at her. And it has made way for some wonderful jokes and horrid teasing all afternoon! I wish I could remember all the dreadful puns.
As Christian walked in the door she complained to him about the sunburn she had inflicted on herself whilst visiting her father.
"You should put some Ansell cream on that!" quipped Christian. I laughed and she looked confused. I had to quickly tell Christian that I had already blabbed... (I was meant to try say nothing and see if she read this to see I knew)... and to explain the joke to Anna.
She had some ideas for her upcoming 16th birthday party and I quipped "Well, I will have to remove the word "sweet" now wont I?" I roar laughing. She looks at me like I am mad. Again I had to explain it.
It is much harder to be funny these days I tell you!
I wish I could remember the others. It was bloody funny and I guess I won't get to do that one again. Another monumental part of our life over.
We have a doctors appointment tomorrow afternoon and... lol.. apparantly the teens have decided being around me for a few days together isnt a good idea.
She did worry that her maternal grandmother would read this and hate her. I tried to assure her that even her grandmother would understand. And you have to love Anna's complete over dramatization on anything.
My sunburnt young woman has gone to bed early. (She almost always does)
Time goes by so fast.
May she be blessed with a good healthy sex life, no ridiculous hangups,no idiot boyfriends who don't understand sex is meant to be for both partners and no early pregnancies.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Moving on to the "real" story
I treat this blog as my diary. I have always kept diaries of some sort. A couple of them have got me in big trouble. I suspect ... that tradition continues.
Sometimes I fret it - I have something I want to write and then become worried it would upset someone so I chose not too. Damn shame too... a couple I so want to share. On a few occasions I have blurted out my ramblings at midnight - to wake a little hung over and deleted.
I probably will.. I am absolutely dreadful at keeping secrets. (One brilliant one about my nearest friend... that I am silly not to because I KNOW she doesn't play on the internet so I should be safe - but I still worry my observation would upset her... so I don't)
But THIS one is about my daughter number 2. That makes her absolutely fair game.
Anna and I have (as I have blogged before) had many discussions about sex, sexuality, safe sex, when to feel it is ok, the consequences of bad decisions etc etc. She tells me stuff so that makes me feel safe.
Anna has a boyfriend - Robert. He is one year older than her and works at the same supermarket. He has became part of the furniture here. Polite, always a little terrified (I like that), bearer of the wrong gifts (he remembered I liked a particular chocolate when I quit smoking, drinking etc all those months ago - BUT he didn't remember that I only like chocolate when I quit all those things)He is a nice young man that we all like. They have cute "anniversaries". I kid you not. Monthly they try to treat each other. She did not get any of this shit from me.
They text and talk on the telephone all the time. I mean ALL the time. I have heard her phone go off at 3 am and she answers it. If I wake her pissed as a parrot after a wonderful night at midnight she tells me to piss off! Actually - she gets mad at me when I want to crawl into her bed to watch "Cell Dogs" when Christian is watching dreadful car shows at 10 pm at night. It is much more fun to watch "Cell Dogs" with a friend than alone.
I am completely aware I am waffling badly.
Today - we went to get Anna's bedhead to take it outside to strip the paint and prepare for the continuation of decorating her room. And alongside the dust bunnies under her bed.. LOOK WHAT WE FOUND!
I was tempted to text message her. Before she left for Rockhampton Christian actually told her to make sure she had nothing to hide in her room because we were going to work in there. My daft beautiful girl.
I wanted to text "Dumbass - always get rid of the evidence.. dont leave the opened condom wrappers under your bed!" .. and then I thought of the consequences had her father seen that text message.
Christian wouldn't let me broach the subject this afternoon at the supermarket with Robert when I went to get dog food. By absolute miracle Robert was STACKING THE DOG FOOD AISLE! Christian actually pointed at the checkout for me and I had to go. I didn't get to say ONE WORD.
I was going to be funny and say "I found something of yours under Anna's bed". Christian assures me this is not funny and I am not allowed to say ANYTHING until I have at least discussed it with her.
Funny just isn't funny anymore!
She is growing up. I know she is no dill. This is all a normal part of growing up.
Friday I told M (girlfriend) about how I had accidently burst in on Anna and Robert that week and ... met a compromising situation. I was cranky at me - forgetting to knock... barging in without thought...
The compromising situation may have been just a little more compromising than I thought.
So there will be no more procrastinating discussions about birth control or even me thinking to wait for the cost of Gardasil to go down.
Her dumbass actions are actually heriditary. Sigh.
Sometimes I fret it - I have something I want to write and then become worried it would upset someone so I chose not too. Damn shame too... a couple I so want to share. On a few occasions I have blurted out my ramblings at midnight - to wake a little hung over and deleted.
I probably will.. I am absolutely dreadful at keeping secrets. (One brilliant one about my nearest friend... that I am silly not to because I KNOW she doesn't play on the internet so I should be safe - but I still worry my observation would upset her... so I don't)
But THIS one is about my daughter number 2. That makes her absolutely fair game.
Anna and I have (as I have blogged before) had many discussions about sex, sexuality, safe sex, when to feel it is ok, the consequences of bad decisions etc etc. She tells me stuff so that makes me feel safe.
Anna has a boyfriend - Robert. He is one year older than her and works at the same supermarket. He has became part of the furniture here. Polite, always a little terrified (I like that), bearer of the wrong gifts (he remembered I liked a particular chocolate when I quit smoking, drinking etc all those months ago - BUT he didn't remember that I only like chocolate when I quit all those things)He is a nice young man that we all like. They have cute "anniversaries". I kid you not. Monthly they try to treat each other. She did not get any of this shit from me.
They text and talk on the telephone all the time. I mean ALL the time. I have heard her phone go off at 3 am and she answers it. If I wake her pissed as a parrot after a wonderful night at midnight she tells me to piss off! Actually - she gets mad at me when I want to crawl into her bed to watch "Cell Dogs" when Christian is watching dreadful car shows at 10 pm at night. It is much more fun to watch "Cell Dogs" with a friend than alone.
I am completely aware I am waffling badly.
Today - we went to get Anna's bedhead to take it outside to strip the paint and prepare for the continuation of decorating her room. And alongside the dust bunnies under her bed.. LOOK WHAT WE FOUND!
I was tempted to text message her. Before she left for Rockhampton Christian actually told her to make sure she had nothing to hide in her room because we were going to work in there. My daft beautiful girl.
I wanted to text "Dumbass - always get rid of the evidence.. dont leave the opened condom wrappers under your bed!" .. and then I thought of the consequences had her father seen that text message.
Christian wouldn't let me broach the subject this afternoon at the supermarket with Robert when I went to get dog food. By absolute miracle Robert was STACKING THE DOG FOOD AISLE! Christian actually pointed at the checkout for me and I had to go. I didn't get to say ONE WORD.
I was going to be funny and say "I found something of yours under Anna's bed". Christian assures me this is not funny and I am not allowed to say ANYTHING until I have at least discussed it with her.
Funny just isn't funny anymore!
She is growing up. I know she is no dill. This is all a normal part of growing up.
Friday I told M (girlfriend) about how I had accidently burst in on Anna and Robert that week and ... met a compromising situation. I was cranky at me - forgetting to knock... barging in without thought...
The compromising situation may have been just a little more compromising than I thought.
So there will be no more procrastinating discussions about birth control or even me thinking to wait for the cost of Gardasil to go down.
Her dumbass actions are actually heriditary. Sigh.
Repairing the Benaraby Race Track
Last week a fire destroyed property at the local Benaraby Race Track. That is about 15 minutes drive from here. It certainly isn't one of your flash race tracks - but it is a place many local blokes have a lot of fun. I have never enjoyed watching any type of motor vehicle go around and around. Christian and the kids do.
However, Christian's boss is very much a car enthusiast. And when a "working bee" to fix the damage was called for today... Christian's boss kindly volunteered their services. Sunday pay rates are very attractive. However - I happen to know Christian will volunteer his services. I am pretty certain his boss wont read this.
So - they removed the burnt wreckage and left just the concrete block. Christian arrived home just after noon absolutely black with soot and dust. This would mean he had been having a lot of fun playing. The other photos he took - I worry the fun the men seem to be having could get someone in trouble.
A very odd Sunday
Building up to the most interesting thing that happened today. Actually feeling nervous as I write this. So I am going to start with the most odd.. yet banal thing that occurred today.
As I mentioned - the kids are away this weekend. Jane is home from boarding school and Anna and William have joined her at their fathers.
Today - Christian worked. That was odd for me. A Sunday morning wherein I didn't cook a hot breakfast for all of us. It was quiet... and although I had a list of tasks to achieve.. the quiet and luxury of being alone... meant I didn't seem to achieve a terrible lot. No taxiing or instructions on when I had to be available. No Christian hounding me to get up before 7 am (or indulge in adult type activity)and a terrible struggle to sleep in. It was so odd.. I didn't manage to sleep in properly. I kept waking until 8.30 am and I gave up. I HAD planned for indulgent sleeping and dreaming until at least 10 am.
I played with the new BBQ - cold chicken galore in the refridgerator now. I washed and cleaned.(Not enough) I tossed the ball for the dogs. I walked to the supermarket for capsicum and mushrooms to add to kebabs for the BBQ. All the time .. feeling half way between happy and sad. The quiet was nice, I felt like it was perfectly ok for me to sit and do my nails for an hour...and yet I felt like I was cheating? I dead headed the marguerite daisies..with scissors wasting heaps of time. But I think the sadness came from being completely out of my normal.
The dogs liked it when I accidently cooked ham steaks and realised they wouldnt be so good cold. It was really odd.
As I mentioned - the kids are away this weekend. Jane is home from boarding school and Anna and William have joined her at their fathers.
Today - Christian worked. That was odd for me. A Sunday morning wherein I didn't cook a hot breakfast for all of us. It was quiet... and although I had a list of tasks to achieve.. the quiet and luxury of being alone... meant I didn't seem to achieve a terrible lot. No taxiing or instructions on when I had to be available. No Christian hounding me to get up before 7 am (or indulge in adult type activity)and a terrible struggle to sleep in. It was so odd.. I didn't manage to sleep in properly. I kept waking until 8.30 am and I gave up. I HAD planned for indulgent sleeping and dreaming until at least 10 am.
I played with the new BBQ - cold chicken galore in the refridgerator now. I washed and cleaned.(Not enough) I tossed the ball for the dogs. I walked to the supermarket for capsicum and mushrooms to add to kebabs for the BBQ. All the time .. feeling half way between happy and sad. The quiet was nice, I felt like it was perfectly ok for me to sit and do my nails for an hour...and yet I felt like I was cheating? I dead headed the marguerite daisies..with scissors wasting heaps of time. But I think the sadness came from being completely out of my normal.
The dogs liked it when I accidently cooked ham steaks and realised they wouldnt be so good cold. It was really odd.
Saturday, November 25, 2006
I don't normally like games - but this is cute - QWERTY warriors
Bored - waiting for something and can't find any more blogs or news that you like to read? A friend gave me something to do in those boring minutes that I don't mind! (The kids are away) BUT.. I am also thinking this game could be good for the kids typing skills!?
Try QWERTY warriors.
Try QWERTY warriors.
The New BBQ - Jackeroo Tuscany SV
Today - we went and bought a new bbq. The best we could afford. And for once it wasnt the absolute cheapest! There were some real beauties.. but our budget didn't go that far... 
I have always said I am easily amused. Six burners under the hood thingo - and the side burner for my wok or the corn cobs! Or the pot for the crabs!
I was so impatient to bring it home from the shop that I didn't heed the safety instructions at the delivery bay. They clearly said that if your vehicle couldnt fit the boxes in their original state you could not take the item until you had arranged a trailer etc. I didn't want to wait to go and get the other car, hook up the trailer etc etc... Saturday morning traffic is a bastard and all... everywhere was SO BUSY this morning... So I convinced the staff member to let me break the rule and pull all the bits out of the box so I could fit them in my little ten year old hyundai sonata.
Unfortunately in part of the packaging I tossed into the skip bin... was the assembly instructions etc.
My beloved can have a filthy mouth sometimes.
Anyway - I was confident in his ability and duly delivered cold drinks and held bits while he screwed bits in. Instead of having spare parts like I usually do... he went to the hardware store to buy more bolt thingies... for extra strength.
The kids are away at Rockhampton this weekend and I was disappointed I didnt have a hoard of people to cook for.
Sadly our new possession pleases me. Really pleases me. I didn't even whinge when MOTH made me go visit more boat motor shops. Not verbally anyways.
I have always said I am easily amused. Six burners under the hood thingo - and the side burner for my wok or the corn cobs! Or the pot for the crabs!
I was so impatient to bring it home from the shop that I didn't heed the safety instructions at the delivery bay. They clearly said that if your vehicle couldnt fit the boxes in their original state you could not take the item until you had arranged a trailer etc. I didn't want to wait to go and get the other car, hook up the trailer etc etc... Saturday morning traffic is a bastard and all... everywhere was SO BUSY this morning... So I convinced the staff member to let me break the rule and pull all the bits out of the box so I could fit them in my little ten year old hyundai sonata.
Unfortunately in part of the packaging I tossed into the skip bin... was the assembly instructions etc.
My beloved can have a filthy mouth sometimes.
Anyway - I was confident in his ability and duly delivered cold drinks and held bits while he screwed bits in. Instead of having spare parts like I usually do... he went to the hardware store to buy more bolt thingies... for extra strength.
The kids are away at Rockhampton this weekend and I was disappointed I didnt have a hoard of people to cook for.
Sadly our new possession pleases me. Really pleases me. I didn't even whinge when MOTH made me go visit more boat motor shops. Not verbally anyways.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Seven Deadly Sins Quiz
| Greed: | Low | |
| Gluttony: | Low | |
| Wrath: | Medium | |
| Sloth: | Low | |
| Envy: | Very Low | |
| Lust: | Medium | |
| Pride: | Medium |
The Seven Deadly Sins Quiz on 4degreez.com
Haha... I really didn't lie on the food questions. And I am aware I am a glutton who loves food. But I just dont eat takeaway very often and I cook more than many.
How dull! I do have a temper it has simply been curtailed somewhat over the years. The lust I have is plenty but it is for my partner. And Envy very low.. I dunno. I do envy other people.. it's just I can always go feed the ducks, go fishing, read a book... the questions on these things are a bit odd.
If only the mirror could do this!
My title is purely in jest. I do worry about the negative effects of body image and what advertising is feeding our children. I found this page over at Tigtog's blog. Have a look - 70 years ago we DID know to appreciate beauty.
I reckon I have more to say on body and beauty image. But I just spent an hour talking to my girlfriend Robyn.... and she made me laugh too much over her latest antics and I completely forget what I was thinking about.
I need to write a blog just about what my girlfriends are up too. I miss a couple of them too... there is just never enough time. Sigh.
Nope - I haven't cleaned up the Gecko poop. Maybe tomorrow.
I reckon I have more to say on body and beauty image. But I just spent an hour talking to my girlfriend Robyn.... and she made me laugh too much over her latest antics and I completely forget what I was thinking about.
I need to write a blog just about what my girlfriends are up too. I miss a couple of them too... there is just never enough time. Sigh.
Nope - I haven't cleaned up the Gecko poop. Maybe tomorrow.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Gecko tale
Us Queenslanders do enjoy our little geckos. Although - I suspect this gecko isnt the one of the native variety and is in fact an Asian pest that has populated the town via illegal entry....
There are no spiders in my house EXCEPT for in the loo and the bathroom - where we have never seen a gecko. I don't worry about spiders either - so long as they live by the "above head height" rule they can stay. But if they venture down below head height.. they have to be moved outside.
We see the geckos in every other room, and delight when they sing to each other either around the house or the garden. Vocal and lusty little creatures. Bit of singing.. then one peeks out of one painting and the other from a blind.... and one of them scurries to the other.
Another of lifes wonderful things. EXCEPT! LOOK!
It HAS to be gecko poo. There is simply no other explanation.
On my new yellow paint. That attracts bugs just for them. Sigh.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Best Scottish short joke?
BEST SCOTTISH SHORT JOKE...
A guy walks into a Glasgow library and
says to the librarian "Excuse
me Miss, day ye hiv ony books on suicide?"
To which she stops doing her tasks, looks
at him over the top of her
glasses, and says, "F*** off, ye'll no bring it back!"
Ok - I could be having a dark humour day. I think it is bloody funny.
A guy walks into a Glasgow library and
says to the librarian "Excuse
me Miss, day ye hiv ony books on suicide?"
To which she stops doing her tasks, looks
at him over the top of her
glasses, and says, "F*** off, ye'll no bring it back!"
Ok - I could be having a dark humour day. I think it is bloody funny.
Love and Sharing
When you have a Drumstick - chances are you have a very good friend.
An extremely loving and patient friend with very good manners.
Buggar off Anna - this is ours!
Sunday, November 19, 2006
festy toe number 3
Now - half the toe nail is gone. Christian said he helped cut it off so William can now keep it cleaner. Of course if you look at the rest of his foot... it isn't very clean. They have been burning stuff in the back yard.
Sigh. Gross huh?
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Boxers love to play ball
Every single night at around 9 pm Dotti finds one of her balls... usually under a sofa, cupboard or bed. She crouches where she finds it and cries until one of us stupid humans retrieve it for her.
Then, she bangs us all with it until we throw it. I mean it .. continually hits the ball onto our legs and lap to tell us to play. She lets go of it ever so breifly and then snaps it up fast. You will get hurt if you are too slow. (No blood... just snapped) The ball gets all wet and disgusting. I tried to ban all ball playing inside after we started the painting. I am not very successful at setting boundaries I guess.
Tonight she has started at 8pm! Has she some southern bloodline that means she is now on daylight savings time? Horrors.
The WORST thing is neither of my dogs are keen to play ball outdoors. They always get sidetracked by something else. But inside.. they will play ball all night long.
My son no longer HATES girls
This week William (12) proudly announced to me that he has a "girlfriend". He asked Elle to go steady with him - and she agreed.
Not only has poor Will's had to deal with the ribbing from his mates at school - but his home life has endured some unwanted teasing too.
William is the youngest with three older sisters. When he was very little he proclaimed he HATED GIRLS. They fussed him, teased him, dragged him, bullied and generally harrassed him.
One particularly NASTY day - when William said to his sisters "I HATE ALL GIRLS" the girls told him.... "MUMMY IS A GIRL."
William was horrified and ran to me - "Mummy, YOU ARE NOT A GIRL ARE YOU?"
And nope.. William I wasnt THAT KIND OF GIRL. Anyway.
And for years I worried he would NEVER like girls. And it would be all his sisters fault!
But - as I watch him carefully comb his hair and actually bother to wear socks... I kinda miss the little boy who was sure his beloved MOTHER COULD NOT POSSIBLY BE A GIRL.
Not only has poor Will's had to deal with the ribbing from his mates at school - but his home life has endured some unwanted teasing too.
William is the youngest with three older sisters. When he was very little he proclaimed he HATED GIRLS. They fussed him, teased him, dragged him, bullied and generally harrassed him.
One particularly NASTY day - when William said to his sisters "I HATE ALL GIRLS" the girls told him.... "MUMMY IS A GIRL."
William was horrified and ran to me - "Mummy, YOU ARE NOT A GIRL ARE YOU?"
And nope.. William I wasnt THAT KIND OF GIRL. Anyway.
And for years I worried he would NEVER like girls. And it would be all his sisters fault!
But - as I watch him carefully comb his hair and actually bother to wear socks... I kinda miss the little boy who was sure his beloved MOTHER COULD NOT POSSIBLY BE A GIRL.
Dotti waits for me to attend to nibblies
Patiently waiting for me to bring the treats. What lovely manners!
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Storm in a teacup - continuation of Boarding School woes
This was Jane's (my youngest daughters) email to us this morning.
Hey Mum...I I have my first piano concert this friday and im playing oh
when the saints come marching in...Im really nervous about it though...Bell
is about to ring so i have to go...Bye Mum Love you...Oh yea and i got a
official warning and if i get 2 more im expelled so i wont get any
more...Bye Love you
Damn shame we can't get the school to compensate us for her lacking in grammar and spelling.
But she has said what she knows I want to hear.
I thought she had quit piano just before she took up tennis. Tennis that she quit - and Anna and I now use her racket for our "hit and giggle" sessions. And after was dancing and swimming. Or was that before?
Hey Mum...I I have my first piano concert this friday and im playing oh
when the saints come marching in...Im really nervous about it though...Bell
is about to ring so i have to go...Bye Mum Love you...Oh yea and i got a
official warning and if i get 2 more im expelled so i wont get any
more...Bye Love you
Damn shame we can't get the school to compensate us for her lacking in grammar and spelling.
But she has said what she knows I want to hear.
I thought she had quit piano just before she took up tennis. Tennis that she quit - and Anna and I now use her racket for our "hit and giggle" sessions. And after was dancing and swimming. Or was that before?
Festy toe is getting better
William's toe is looking much better. Less blackness. More poking and showing his friends.
Boys can be gross.
Pinching a meme
Ok. Christian is at his boat course and I am bored alone. William is in his room watching “The Neverending story”, Anna and Robert (her boyfriend) are in her room probably sucking face, Dotti is on the sofa next to me and Rocky is miserably awaiting his masters return outside by the front fence. The fence that – hooray! Insert happy dance here - has kept him inside the yard all this week.
So – I am going to do the meme I found at PC’s and then at Elsewhere’s. (Well it originally went the other way around but nevermind) I went and copied and pasted it from the original link – and want to go look at the other ladies but am making myself wait until I finish mine. And I mustn’t go back and peek.
1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?
I am late and my hair is a disaster. Nevermind, stick it in a pony tail. I also pondered how come our bathroom vanity mirror is so disgusting and made a mental note to clean it when I got home from work. Another mental note I took no action over.
2. How much cash do you have on you?
Hmmm, there is $2.30 in my wallet and $6.40 in the drawer for milk and bread money. I will have to replenish both tomorrow. I almost always use Eftpos. Except for booze – I always get the cash out for that first at the supermarket and then go to the bottleshop.
3. What’s a word that rhymes with “DOOR?”
Core?
4. Favorite planet?
Well Earth, duh. I do like it when Christian points out Mars to me when we walk the dogs along the broadwalk. He is probably wrong – but I always love those times anyways. Probably because sometimes he astounds me in what he is interested in.
5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?
Anna. sigh.
6. What is your favorite ring tone on your phone?
Nope I don’t have a favorite one. I chose this one just because it came from the song “Sunday Morning After” and the only other one I recognized was the one in the dinosaur poop in one of the Lost World movies. Even now I hear it and think.. Dinosaur poop. Somehow a hangover is more appealing to me than the thought of dinosaur poop. Dinosaur poop is probably more useful.
7. What shirt are you wearing?
A work white t-shirt. I have the exact same ones in red and navy blue. I am hardly a snappy dresser. I mean to go to Rivers soon and buy three more. The same colours. Sigh.
8. Do you “label” yourself?
Well – I guess I am a lefty… but no – I let others worry about nomenclature. And I just try to follow the rules?
9. Name the brand of your shoes you’re currently wearing?
No shoes.. and no desire for brand names. I do like comfortable. And I like to look at pretty shoes.
10. Bright or Dark Room?
Bright! Bright! Bright! I hate the dark! Unless it is outside by campfire. And Christian AND MY KIDS like the blinds shut and dark. Next house will have a bright room just for me and they can all buggar off and stay in their dark rooms.
11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you?
Oh! I love reading the blogs. Latest addiction. It is so interesting to hear about everyday things from the perspective of someone (especially women but not only) that live a different reality than me. I think the two I did read of this one are both interesting women and ones that would be pleasant to have lunch with or go for a bushwalk with.
12. What does your watch look like?
I don’t have one. I use my cell phone or the computers to tell me the time. The kids always tell me when I am late anyway. I should get a watch. Maybe there will be a watch at Rivers.
13. What were you doing at midnight last night?
Oh how embarrassing. I was watching Madonna and Shakira on You Tube swigging away on my wine and apple and guava juice telling myself to get to bed because I have work in the morning.
14. What did your last text message you received on your cell say?
“Pick me up at brumbies now luv u” from Anna.
15. Where is your nearest 7-11?
I think there is something similar to 7-11 at the Nightowl shopping centre. And – there is an all night service stations that sells stuff. Don’t pay that much attention I guess.
16. What’s a word that you say a lot?
Dreadful. But I have four kids and two dogs. Not to mention a man.
17. Who told you he/she loved you last?
Christian. Human wise. When Anna says " I LOVE you Mum" it usually is after I have tucked my dress into my underwear, tripped over in the street or starting singing "The sign says one way" from Sesame street in the supermarket. The dogs tell me they love me much more often.
18. Last furry thing you touched?
Dotti. Short fur – but fur none the less.
19. How many drugs have you done in the last three days?
Just coffee, cigarettes and wine. I reckon that is plenty? I take panadol three times a year. Wait – I have got a drug in the cupboard a doctor gave me when I tried to quit drinking alcohol, coffee and smoking cigarettes. But I only took two. Zamhexal™. Should give them back to the chemist I guess. Or I might try quitting again. Who knows?
20. How many rolls of film do you need developed?
About five. And I am a bit scared of them too because I KNOW at least one roll had “adult” pictures taken… from when I first met Christian 11+ years ago. They are all pretty safe in the drawer. I wonder what is on them.
21. Favorite age you have been so far?
Too hard a question. Pass and hope I get marks on the others. I liked many ages. The years/times I found difficult wasn’t because of the age.. I just have more pleasant memories than bad ones.
22. Your worst enemy?
I don’t have one. I am not going to say myself. I quite like me. But I can suffer from “foot in mouth” and sometimes I don’t need my feet or mouth – my facial expressions have got me in plenty of trouble too.
23. What is your current desktop picture?
Current one? I haven’t changed the Windows™ one yet. Last one for months was my grandson Jay and the seal – and the one before that was William and Dotti “playing” checkers.
24. What was the last thing you said to someone?
“Anna – where is my camera card?”
25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly what would it be?
Fly – even though I am afraid of heights. I would still choose to fly. (But REALLY when am I ever going to get THAT choice. Sometimes the choice of.. too sleep in or not to sleep in is beyond my control)
26. Do you like someone?!
I like HEAPS of people. I love a couple of dozen I guess.
27. The last song you listened to?
Oh no……… yep it was Shakira “Hips don’t lie”. I just love it to get me dancing.
28. What time of day were you born?
I would have to ask my mother. I think sometime late afternoon. I forget.
29. What’s your favorite number?.
Seven. Buggared if I know why I say that too.
30. Where did you live in 1987?.
Epping, Sydney North Shore NSW and worked at Rushcutters Bay.
31. Are you jealous of anyone?
Sure – momentarily. Sometimes I would love more money, or to never have to find the cheap way to do something. Or to have traveled! To not turn the car radio up when a new strange noise develops as I drive past someone in a new slick car. I have envied the women who look sophisticated with their face cleverly painted, gorgeous jewelry and tailored clothes as I lick down my wayward hair, pick bits of tobacco out of my lipstick, fiddle with my painted macaroni necklace and try to get the dog hair off me with a wet face washer. But I get over it. Usually very quickly. Bet those lucky people can never fit three or more humans to a bed and some dogs. And I reckon the time wasted putting the face on would be better spent out smelling the flowers.
32. Is anyone jealous of you?
I would hope not.
33. Where were you when 9/11 happened?
Well – happened I was asleep. But I did watch the news in horror and chat to some online friends in the Northern Hemisphere.
34. What do you do when vending machines steal your money?
I almost never use them – however I cant see myself getting upset over small change.
35. Do you consider yourself kind?
Yes.
36. If you had to get a tattoo, where would it be?
“Had to”? Well I guess then I would be a prisoner or something. Because I simply wouldn’t get a tattoo.
37. If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be?
Yeah – I am dull here and would go with French or Spanish.
38. Would you move for the person you loved?
Of course. I will move even if the people I love dont want me too. I want to see and experience all I can.
39. Are you touchy feely?
I don’t like to be touched or hugged by people. I barely like my kids to do it. But I like sex. I don’t think this meme was meant to be x-rated but.
40. What’s your life motto?
If all else fooks up – you can always go watch the dolphins, feed the ducks and smell the flowers.
41. Name three things that you have on you at all times?
All times. That is a bit silly isn’t it? What about the shower or in bed? But I do have my purse, usually my cigarettes (wretched slave that I am to my own addictions) and generally in public I wear clothes.
42. What’s your favorite town/city?.
I haven’t left Australia yet so I don’t know. I love to visit Sydney but I wouldn’t want to live there again. I just don’t know yet. I can amuse myself and find something that makes me happy in most places really. I think I would feel annoyed if I lived somewhere that had no nearby fishing.
43. What was the last thing you paid for with cash?
I always pay cash for my wine and other alcohol. Only because I grew horrified at looking at my bank statements appearing to be DOMINATED by the names of liquor stores.
44. When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper and mailed it?
Too long ago and I certainly owe a few.
45. Can you change the oil on a car?
I can check it. Christian does the oil. I guess I do know how too. Christian used my Christmas pudding steamer to change the oil once! I was furious – a gift from my mother in law – that I returned to her every Christmas so she could make my pudding!
46. Your first love: what is the last thing you heard about him/her?.
Oh nothing. Actually I think my first dozen male type “loves” where all duds. I don’t really give a damn about them*. I do hope they are all happy. A couple were very nice people.
47. How far back do you know about your ancestry?
I don’t really listen properly. I loved it when my Aunt Nina would talk family but I don’t seem to remember it all very well.
48. The last time you dressed fancy, what did you wear and why did you dress fancy?
Heavens! when I put my work skirts and shirts on I think I am dressed fancy enough for me. Shortly the silly season starts so I will need a dress for parties and dinners I guess.
49. Does anything hurt on your body right now?
Nope. I ate too much. And the wine hasn’t given me a buzz yet. I am capable of complaining without actual pain.
50. Have you been burned by love?
*Well that comment just made me feel like a real bitch!
Of course I have cried and been hurt when my ideals didn’t turn out to be what they should have been. I have listened to Melissa Etheridge OVER AND OVER AGAIN and even.. sigh.. sang “Jolene” and “I’m not Lisa” as I drank too much and produced too much mucus. And I have been hurt by those I love many many times. But everything usually sorts itself out. And I love to love, feel loved and... etc etc.
So – I am going to do the meme I found at PC’s and then at Elsewhere’s. (Well it originally went the other way around but nevermind) I went and copied and pasted it from the original link – and want to go look at the other ladies but am making myself wait until I finish mine. And I mustn’t go back and peek.
1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?
I am late and my hair is a disaster. Nevermind, stick it in a pony tail. I also pondered how come our bathroom vanity mirror is so disgusting and made a mental note to clean it when I got home from work. Another mental note I took no action over.
2. How much cash do you have on you?
Hmmm, there is $2.30 in my wallet and $6.40 in the drawer for milk and bread money. I will have to replenish both tomorrow. I almost always use Eftpos. Except for booze – I always get the cash out for that first at the supermarket and then go to the bottleshop.
3. What’s a word that rhymes with “DOOR?”
Core?
4. Favorite planet?
Well Earth, duh. I do like it when Christian points out Mars to me when we walk the dogs along the broadwalk. He is probably wrong – but I always love those times anyways. Probably because sometimes he astounds me in what he is interested in.
5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?
Anna. sigh.
6. What is your favorite ring tone on your phone?
Nope I don’t have a favorite one. I chose this one just because it came from the song “Sunday Morning After” and the only other one I recognized was the one in the dinosaur poop in one of the Lost World movies. Even now I hear it and think.. Dinosaur poop. Somehow a hangover is more appealing to me than the thought of dinosaur poop. Dinosaur poop is probably more useful.
7. What shirt are you wearing?
A work white t-shirt. I have the exact same ones in red and navy blue. I am hardly a snappy dresser. I mean to go to Rivers soon and buy three more. The same colours. Sigh.
8. Do you “label” yourself?
Well – I guess I am a lefty… but no – I let others worry about nomenclature. And I just try to follow the rules?
9. Name the brand of your shoes you’re currently wearing?
No shoes.. and no desire for brand names. I do like comfortable. And I like to look at pretty shoes.
10. Bright or Dark Room?
Bright! Bright! Bright! I hate the dark! Unless it is outside by campfire. And Christian AND MY KIDS like the blinds shut and dark. Next house will have a bright room just for me and they can all buggar off and stay in their dark rooms.
11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you?
Oh! I love reading the blogs. Latest addiction. It is so interesting to hear about everyday things from the perspective of someone (especially women but not only) that live a different reality than me. I think the two I did read of this one are both interesting women and ones that would be pleasant to have lunch with or go for a bushwalk with.
12. What does your watch look like?
I don’t have one. I use my cell phone or the computers to tell me the time. The kids always tell me when I am late anyway. I should get a watch. Maybe there will be a watch at Rivers.
13. What were you doing at midnight last night?
Oh how embarrassing. I was watching Madonna and Shakira on You Tube swigging away on my wine and apple and guava juice telling myself to get to bed because I have work in the morning.
14. What did your last text message you received on your cell say?
“Pick me up at brumbies now luv u” from Anna.
15. Where is your nearest 7-11?
I think there is something similar to 7-11 at the Nightowl shopping centre. And – there is an all night service stations that sells stuff. Don’t pay that much attention I guess.
16. What’s a word that you say a lot?
Dreadful. But I have four kids and two dogs. Not to mention a man.
17. Who told you he/she loved you last?
Christian. Human wise. When Anna says " I LOVE you Mum" it usually is after I have tucked my dress into my underwear, tripped over in the street or starting singing "The sign says one way" from Sesame street in the supermarket. The dogs tell me they love me much more often.
18. Last furry thing you touched?
Dotti. Short fur – but fur none the less.
19. How many drugs have you done in the last three days?
Just coffee, cigarettes and wine. I reckon that is plenty? I take panadol three times a year. Wait – I have got a drug in the cupboard a doctor gave me when I tried to quit drinking alcohol, coffee and smoking cigarettes. But I only took two. Zamhexal™. Should give them back to the chemist I guess. Or I might try quitting again. Who knows?
20. How many rolls of film do you need developed?
About five. And I am a bit scared of them too because I KNOW at least one roll had “adult” pictures taken… from when I first met Christian 11+ years ago. They are all pretty safe in the drawer. I wonder what is on them.
21. Favorite age you have been so far?
Too hard a question. Pass and hope I get marks on the others. I liked many ages. The years/times I found difficult wasn’t because of the age.. I just have more pleasant memories than bad ones.
22. Your worst enemy?
I don’t have one. I am not going to say myself. I quite like me. But I can suffer from “foot in mouth” and sometimes I don’t need my feet or mouth – my facial expressions have got me in plenty of trouble too.
23. What is your current desktop picture?
Current one? I haven’t changed the Windows™ one yet. Last one for months was my grandson Jay and the seal – and the one before that was William and Dotti “playing” checkers.
24. What was the last thing you said to someone?
“Anna – where is my camera card?”
25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly what would it be?
Fly – even though I am afraid of heights. I would still choose to fly. (But REALLY when am I ever going to get THAT choice. Sometimes the choice of.. too sleep in or not to sleep in is beyond my control)
26. Do you like someone?!
I like HEAPS of people. I love a couple of dozen I guess.
27. The last song you listened to?
Oh no……… yep it was Shakira “Hips don’t lie”. I just love it to get me dancing.
28. What time of day were you born?
I would have to ask my mother. I think sometime late afternoon. I forget.
29. What’s your favorite number?.
Seven. Buggared if I know why I say that too.
30. Where did you live in 1987?.
Epping, Sydney North Shore NSW and worked at Rushcutters Bay.
31. Are you jealous of anyone?
Sure – momentarily. Sometimes I would love more money, or to never have to find the cheap way to do something. Or to have traveled! To not turn the car radio up when a new strange noise develops as I drive past someone in a new slick car. I have envied the women who look sophisticated with their face cleverly painted, gorgeous jewelry and tailored clothes as I lick down my wayward hair, pick bits of tobacco out of my lipstick, fiddle with my painted macaroni necklace and try to get the dog hair off me with a wet face washer. But I get over it. Usually very quickly. Bet those lucky people can never fit three or more humans to a bed and some dogs. And I reckon the time wasted putting the face on would be better spent out smelling the flowers.
32. Is anyone jealous of you?
I would hope not.
33. Where were you when 9/11 happened?
Well – happened I was asleep. But I did watch the news in horror and chat to some online friends in the Northern Hemisphere.
34. What do you do when vending machines steal your money?
I almost never use them – however I cant see myself getting upset over small change.
35. Do you consider yourself kind?
Yes.
36. If you had to get a tattoo, where would it be?
“Had to”? Well I guess then I would be a prisoner or something. Because I simply wouldn’t get a tattoo.
37. If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be?
Yeah – I am dull here and would go with French or Spanish.
38. Would you move for the person you loved?
Of course. I will move even if the people I love dont want me too. I want to see and experience all I can.
39. Are you touchy feely?
I don’t like to be touched or hugged by people. I barely like my kids to do it. But I like sex. I don’t think this meme was meant to be x-rated but.
40. What’s your life motto?
If all else fooks up – you can always go watch the dolphins, feed the ducks and smell the flowers.
41. Name three things that you have on you at all times?
All times. That is a bit silly isn’t it? What about the shower or in bed? But I do have my purse, usually my cigarettes (wretched slave that I am to my own addictions) and generally in public I wear clothes.
42. What’s your favorite town/city?.
I haven’t left Australia yet so I don’t know. I love to visit Sydney but I wouldn’t want to live there again. I just don’t know yet. I can amuse myself and find something that makes me happy in most places really. I think I would feel annoyed if I lived somewhere that had no nearby fishing.
43. What was the last thing you paid for with cash?
I always pay cash for my wine and other alcohol. Only because I grew horrified at looking at my bank statements appearing to be DOMINATED by the names of liquor stores.
44. When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper and mailed it?
Too long ago and I certainly owe a few.
45. Can you change the oil on a car?
I can check it. Christian does the oil. I guess I do know how too. Christian used my Christmas pudding steamer to change the oil once! I was furious – a gift from my mother in law – that I returned to her every Christmas so she could make my pudding!
46. Your first love: what is the last thing you heard about him/her?.
Oh nothing. Actually I think my first dozen male type “loves” where all duds. I don’t really give a damn about them*. I do hope they are all happy. A couple were very nice people.
47. How far back do you know about your ancestry?
I don’t really listen properly. I loved it when my Aunt Nina would talk family but I don’t seem to remember it all very well.
48. The last time you dressed fancy, what did you wear and why did you dress fancy?
Heavens! when I put my work skirts and shirts on I think I am dressed fancy enough for me. Shortly the silly season starts so I will need a dress for parties and dinners I guess.
49. Does anything hurt on your body right now?
Nope. I ate too much. And the wine hasn’t given me a buzz yet. I am capable of complaining without actual pain.
50. Have you been burned by love?
*Well that comment just made me feel like a real bitch!
Of course I have cried and been hurt when my ideals didn’t turn out to be what they should have been. I have listened to Melissa Etheridge OVER AND OVER AGAIN and even.. sigh.. sang “Jolene” and “I’m not Lisa” as I drank too much and produced too much mucus. And I have been hurt by those I love many many times. But everything usually sorts itself out. And I love to love, feel loved and... etc etc.
Monday, November 13, 2006
Wow - who would of thought? (detect the sarcasm peoples)
Ms Fits uses her delightful choice of saying little to say a lot. Comments are interesting too.
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