Working on the chain gang

Can't breave....sinus bad....too much dust....bleuuuuurgh....nearly there though.

I was brave at the dentist today. It's a big thing for me that I see him every six months. Overcoming your fears and all that jazz.

Got a phone call from my doctor's to let me know that I am due for that test. Has it been two years already? Bleuuuuuurgh.

This is post #100. Hurrah!

Packing it in

I got one box packed today. This process is going veeeeery slow. Seriously though, it's not my fault. The washing machine knew I was under the pump today. That's why it decided to overflow. Just another one of life's little challenges... Don't worry, I'm sucking it up.

On a good note, our computer desks got picked up today. I sold them on eBay. So at least there is more room for the boxes that are yet to be packed. Turns out, they don't pack themselves. Who would have thought?

Ker-ching!

Have booked the hotel for our stopover in Hong Kong and the first month's accommodation in London. Sweeeeet.

Kick in the guts - take 2

So you've read about me moaning that we are going to miss the Spicks show.

Well, you might have also recalled reading about us going to a taping of the show way back when.

We saw two tapings that night. The first of which was shown as episode 15 on 16th May 07. The second episode disappeared into the abyss. Never to be seen.

I couldn't take it any longer - desperate times call for desperate measures. I had to contact the ABC and find out what was going on (shaddup, stop laughing at me).

Here's how it went down:

Hi, my friends and I came along to the taping of what became episode 15. There was another taping afterwards, but we have not seen the show aired. Hamish Blake did the Substitute round and you made the Elvis sandwiches. Why has this episode not been aired? Was there not enough footage?

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Thanks for your email, yes that was a ripper of a show that will air later this year on the 24th October.

24th October? Waaaaaah! Who loves us enough to send a tape? Geez, that's sending the guilt trip into overdrive... Do Australian tapes work in UK VCRs? Don't be stupid, of course they do, you are thinking of DVDs (end questioning rant in head).

p.s. I promise this blog will one day get back to its primary purpose of updating everyone on how we are going with the big move.

Welcome to the world...

...Kane Matthew, who was born at 6am this morning in Hobart. 2.325 kg (5.1 lbs to those of us who still use oldspeak), so he is a real little tacker.

Mum & bub both well.

Well done El!

Just crap-tacular

Waaaaaaah!

Quite a few things are cropping up where I say to myself "ooh, must make sure I get tickets to that!" only to find out we won't be here.

This would have to be the kick in the guts when I am down:

Spicks and Speck-tacular

Sob!

If any of you lucky ducks have the fortune of attending - I look forward to you regaling me with tales of how absolutely fantastic it was.

Little Miss Sunshine

I was having a conversation with my little 8 year old niece last night, who was informing me that she will be 18 in 10 years time and she would be getting her drivers licence. That frightened me, considering it will be here before we know it. Not because she would be driving, just the fact that our little baby will be a grown up.

I asked her what kind of car she would like to get when she is a lady. To which she promptly replied:

"Not when I am a lady. When I am eighteen."

Heaven forbid.

She was very excited as she was boarding a plane the next day to Tassie. She was telling me about how annoying her PixelChix would be on the plane to the other passengers. I told her you aren't allowed to use electronics on the plane. Quick as a flash she tells me:

"It's not electronic. It uses batteries".

How do you respond to that? Do you try to explain your rudimentary understanding of electronics to an 8-year-old? I just laughed - she cracks me up.

Though she did decide that she would explain to the flight staff that if you don't play with the thing for 2 minutes it turns itself off. I can't wait to hear how that went down.

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So glad it's not my life

I was sitting beside my wee scottish colleague at her desk the other day. I happened to glance at the latest copy of "That's Life" on her desk and read aloud one of the headlines:

"My hubby faked his own death"

Wee scottish colleague turns around to face me and exclaims with absolute shock: "What???"

She genuinely thought I was about to tell her a story and couldn't believe I would mention it off the cuff like that, while we were just sitting there.

All I could come back with was:

"Are you for real? When have you ever heard me call him hubby? - Gross!"

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Happy anniversary

The cuddle in the night when you know I am cold.
Wisecracks that make me laugh out loud.
Gentle words meant only for my ears.
The calm I need when I think too much.
Messages telling me you love me just because.
The rational soundboard to my logic.
Always making sure I don't get tears in my ears.
The answer to all my obscure questions.
My safe place when things are bad.
My safe place when things are good.
You are all that I will ever want or need.
I am a better person for knowing you.

These words mean as much to me now as when I said them to you a year ago today.

Love you always,

d.

Inappropriate touching

How do you respond when you have just had a very strange job interview and at the end, the little interview man leans across and smooths out the lapel of your jacket which flipped up as you put your handbag over your shoulder?

[shudder]

Not funny

I come from a funny family. Funny ha-ha, not funny weird.

It is only natural that my little nieces and nephews would also have this trait. They are a laugh and a half.

Little Josh does this very funny face - so we put him on video and I packaged it off to Funniest Home Videos. Not something I would normally do, but hey - the kid is funny.

My little sis rang today to say she got a rejection letter from them. With the volume of shite they show, I can't believe they rejected my little comedic genius nephew.

I hope he handles the rejection ok. At 19 months old, he's probably more intelligent than all of Channel 9 put together anyway.

Bong on man

By paying my tram fare each morning, I am selling my soul to the devil.

The fun never ends.

I got coffee spilt on me yesterday by a private school girl scrag. Who giggled while she said sorry. So heartfelt. My thoughts full of revenge made me feel better.

Today I got smacked in the back of the head by this diiiiirty little biatch on the Frankston line. She was with a group of about 6 fifteen year olds who were the most moronic children I had ever come across. I didn't know that people like that existed. Mind boggling.

Moron who couldn't string a sentence together: [grunts] do ya reckon that Macca will have any choof?

Equally moronic friend: You can't effin say that man! You are on a train! What if people know what that means? I reckon that guy does [points to random guy in suit who must have looked up at the previous comment]

Yeah moron. Your little gang invented the word choof. Spot on champ.

Please save me.

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p.s. so sorry about Monty

Public transport victim

According to the very highbrow rag, MX - blogging is the new black. At last I am ahead in something.

Young girl came and picked up our car. My life as a faceless public transport commuter began today. How utterly soul destroying that was. Though nb has found an alternative mode of transport:


I resigned today.

Catching up with Bec & Brendan this week before they head off on their overseas jaunt. Also get to catch up with Cerebral and Tommo for some hilarity and hi-jinks.

It's our wedding anniversary this weekend. Where has this year gone?

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Busy little beaver

39 Days - can you believe it?

HUGE day yesterday.

The princess be-atch bought her eternity ring - just goooooogeous.

We sold our car.

nb's lil sis came round to chill.

Had awesome night out with my peeps. Went to the Aviary in Victoria St - it was nice - didn't get told off for taking photos like we did here. Still seeing little white dots from the flash on Tommo's camera. Have uploaded photies on flickr - see right. For some classy video see the "take a break from watching porn" link on the right too.

nb chilled out with his ma.

and today? Am hungover to shit.

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What's the world coming to?

Have had my head in the sand lately, so haven't been catching up on the news much. Wandered on over to catch up on the daily news online. I can't believe some of the shite that is being reported.

"Share market slumps"

Seriously. What a joke! I read this following bit by Scott Pape a few years ago - makes total sense to me.

"Are there any similarities to a Boxing Day sale and a stock market crash? You betcha. Prices are falling and the media are commenting on the madness... Everybody is excited by the chance of picking up a bargain. The difference of course is that when the stock market crashes, people shit themselves. Mainly because of that word - crash. What about when retailers advertise that their prices are crashing? It's people's perceptions that make the difference - and most people just follow the herd."

"Take a look at 1987...people saw the value of their investments fall by 30% or more in one week. They rang talkback crying foul, 'I've just lost 30 grand on the stock market!' - what they forgot to mention was that in the previous years they'd nearly tripled their money."

"Fair Dinkum! Lingo sparks US scare"

What a twit that air hostess was! I'd be gropable if they didn't have pretzels too....

Work it baby

"I want to get personal training in order to build up my strength to make me a better Wii player".

Nuff said.

p.s. Not me - I may be nerdy, but I am not a gamer.

Let's Blow This Joint

[cue 'Angels' track]

We gotta get out of this place

If it's the last thing we ever do

We gotta get out of this place

Cause girl, there's a better life for me and you

I don't mean the country. I mean where we are living in now. That was the song going through my head today as I faxed off our 'kick out' notice. Geez that felt good.

Reasons why we hate living in this place:

- Cause the landlord's son lives in the unit behind us. He thinks he is the landlord. Previously referred to as the 'water cheat'.

- Cause the water cheat thinks we owe him something for him letting us live on his property.

- Cause the water cheat thinks it's ok to put a 'No Junk Mail' sign on our letter box without asking us.

- Cause the water cheat thinks it's ok to put post it notes on our front door if he wants to tell us something.

- Cause the water cheat gets 'angry and upset' if we contact the real estate agent with our concerns and don't go to him directly.

- Cause the water cheat thinks he has walked to the ends of the earth for us by painting our front step.

- Cause the water cheat thinks it is acceptable to introduce himself by crushing your hand and introducing himself as 'The Landlord'.

- Cause the water cheat thinks there is nothing wrong with asking us to leave our front door wide open in the middle of the day when we are not here to let painters in.

- Cause the water cheat does not care if he zooms up the driveway at 60kmh and could potentially hit someone.

- Cause the water cheat has the other tenants in the block running scared.

- Cause he wants nerdboy to look at his printer 'cause you would know, you work with computers'.

- Cause he's a water cheat.

p.s. happy birthday for the August b'days - Joycey, Peter, Eloise & bump - nearly here!

Twins! (not the dodgy Arnie fillum)

I saw the clairvoyant today. She didn't turn out to be a spook and her 'third eye' was quite accurate. She was nice.

Some things she said were pretty obvious, blind Freddy on a galloping horse would have seen them coming.

But other things floored me. I'm still processing a lot of what she said.

Apparently we are going to start having kids at the end of next year.

nb: but that's not news, we already knew that.
ng: yeah, but she didn't know that, did she? Twins, she reckons. Then a 3rd one later.
nb: ay carumba.
ng: she also said you don't like being told what to do or being wrong. She didn't have you pegged much, did she pet?

Don't worry, I wouldn't have you any other way.

One of life's big questions

Booked and paid deposit on long term storage facility - check

Organised our will, still just have to write it (hmmm, does that mean people will be nicer to me upon reading this?) - check

Lined up contacts with 3 UK recruiters - check

Ticking along with enquiries on the car - check

Multiple neuroses - check

Boring blog entry - check

All bases covered.

Boozy dinner with the girls from work planned for Friday night. Do you reckon the clairvoyant will still be able to "read me" ok if I have a massive hangover on Saturday morning?