TRIXIE BELDEN!

NINJA!

The day before yesterday I went to my besties house. Technically this is out of town, because she lives in the hills and has a farm. It didn't take long though, because I live in the foothills and am almost out of town myself.

Other than that, I drove to Clarendon a couple of weeks back ... and Victor a couple of weeks before that. :-)

moar funny pictures

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Go.  Look.  Laugh.

... why the fuck are airfares so fucking expensive?  how the fuck is anyone supposed to get around in this god forsaken shithole of a fucked up excuse for a country?

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✓ I miss somebody right now.	✓ I don't watch much TV these days.	✓ I own lots of books.  (But no where near as many as I'd like too!)
✓ I wear glasses or contact lenses.	× I love to play video games.	✓ I've tried marijuana.
✓ I've watched porn movies.	× I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.	✓ I believe honesty is usually the best policy.  (Usually ... sometimes there are circumstances that would indicate otherwise ... I often question the motivations of people that insist on all honestly, all the time - especially to the point of ridiculous harshness.)
✓ I curse sometimes.	✓ I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.  (Not so much in the last year ... but in the two years before that!)	× I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.

( it goes on... )

Does anyone have that picture of Elijah, Dom and Orlando ... from ages and ages ago ... the one where they look like they're about to fall on the fall in a huge tangled web of ... I dunno, but something really hot?!?!?!

There are a couple of them, if that's any help ... Dom is in the middle looking all blissful and the like.

The husband had just finished reading a new book entitled You Can Be the Man of Your House.

He stormed into the kitchen and walked directly up to his wife. Pointing a finger in her face, he said sternly, "From now on, you need to know that I am the man of this house and my word is law! You will prepare me a gourmet meal tonight, and when I'm finished eating my meal, you will serve me a sumptuous dessert.


After dinner you are going to go upstairs with me, and we will have the kind of sex that I want. After that, you are going to draw me my bath so I can relax. You will wash my back and towel me dry and bring me my robe.


Then you will massage my feet and hands.

Then after that's done, guess who's going to dress me and comb my hair?"





wait for it. . . . . .





His wife replied, "The fucking funeral director would be my first guess."

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After you die... Parallel Universe After death, you will continue to exist as if nothing has ever happened. You will continue to be yourself, but because you are in a parallel universe, some things will be different. You may not have married the same person, you might live in a different spot, but you will be the same person underneath it all and you will continue your life unaware that you ever died.

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"One word sums up probably the responsibility of any Governor, and that one word is 'to be prepared'."

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Full of Arm Flailing


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You fit in with: Spiritualism Your ideals are mostly spiritual, but in an individualistic way. While spirituality is very important in your life, organized religion itself may not be for you. It is best for you to seek these things on your own terms. 100% spiritual. 100% reason-oriented.

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Your darkest secret is:	You stole a homeless person's gloves
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You will go to jail for:	Accidentally finding area 51
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Your arch-nemesis is:	Oscar Wilde
Why?	Because they cheated at twister
The winner will be...	You will join forces to conquer evil
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Slightly scary god-type wanting to friend me on the myspace. checked out the profile and yeah ... very ... scary. Good looking though.

Also had a cool test.

So I denied the request and then did the test. *g*

You Are Internal - Realist - Powerful

You feel your life is controlled internally. If you want something, you make it happen. You don't wait around for things to go your way. You value your independence and don't like others to have control. You are a realist when it comes to luck. You don't attribute everything to luck, but you do know some things are random. You don't beat yourself up when bad things happen to you... But you do your best to try to make your own luck. When it comes to who's in charge, it's you. Life is a kingdom, and you're the grand ruler. You don't care much about what others think. But they better care what you think!

My friend Heidi, she's a JP among other things.

Today she signed my divorce application for me. Then we had a cup of tea in her office and a bit of a chuckle at the irony of it all.

Her signature is also on my marriage certificate.

*g*

I am about to make a broad statement. I'm going to generalize.

I HATE TEENAGERS!



Ok, so not all of them. Just the ones that post on the internet. Well, not even all of them ... just the ones that fucking think they know EVERYTHING and post at the places that I post at.

They shit me.

I want to verbally eviscerate them. Its really, really tempting. But I'm not going to do it, because that would make me as stupid and egotistical as they are (as if I'm not egotistical enough BWAHAHAHA).



Yes, I'm being "ageist". Deal with it.




I'm not in a good mood and I don't feel like being a nice person.



You know what else I hate?

Fucking PEOPLE.



Especially the ones that deliberately think up big fucking words to make other people feel small.

So, you're smarter than everyone else? Fucking bully for you. Guess what, I'm probably as smart if not smarter than you are. That doesn't mean that I feel it necessary to constantly belittle everyone around me. You know what else? It doesn't make you look smart - it just makes you look like an arrogant buffoon with insecurity issues.


And another thing ...

Stop fucking lying. Its not going to kill you to tell the truth - and if you don't feel like telling the truth, just SHUT THE FUCK UP.




In fact, everyone should just shut the fuck up. Including me. But I'm not going to ... just because. So NYAH.



You know what? I don't CARE if I'm being a hypocrite. Why the fuck shouldn't I be? So people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones? Take a look in the mirror, sunshine.




You know what else? Let people have their fun, dammit. If they want to get a little bit too into something, why the fuck shouldn't they? Just because you KNOW better doesn't mean that you ARE better.






Heeeeeeee. That was fun. Now, I wonder what tomorrow's going to be like. Can't wait ... they say the peak is at 48 hours - and I'm only 20 hours in.






Edited to Add: "Oooooh, I hate my job. Everyone's so meeeeaaaaaannnnn to me. My parents don't undertand me. My life suuuuuuuuxxxx!"

Get over it, you stupid little emo bitch. Come to me when you've got REAL fucking problems.

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Pink is the color of feminity, grace and

distinction. Cyclamens symbolise

beauty, self-confidence and even jealousy.

You are a feminine woman, you like being

well-treated by others and you may be

perceived as haughty, but in fact you just

want to be appreciated.


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After you die... Purgatory After death, you will exist in purgatory. It's so-so, I heard.

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I don't think I've seen such a nice set of balls in a loooooooong time.

That's going to keep me busy all week. :-D

Paranoia ... or not.

I was doing a meme over on the myspace and one of the questions was "are you paranoid?". I said no. But now I wonder ... am I?

The timing is just far to coincidental to be ... coincidental - despite the conveniently thrown in inconsistancies ... I'm glad I have friends to set me straight.

ANWAY ...

So, I was just over at the fen ... there's a posting there (I can't remember which community) about some chick that faked her own death on the lj.

That's really low. Seriously low.

It makes you wonder about people though - she claimed that she didn't want to hurt her friends blah blah blah.

I can remember though, when Sarah (over in Trixie land) got killed a few years ago. We were pretty good friends - not BEST friends, but very good ones ... and it was horrible. Obviously not as horrible for me as it was for her family - but none the less, a completely crushing experience. Especially as I'd been talking to her on the IM not THAT long before it happened ... but I couldn't talk very well, because my keyboard had gone on the fritz ... I was copying and paste-ing phrases and letters instead of typing. Thanks to that, it was a very short conversation. Shit, she'd even mentioned that she had to go to the shops (heh, the "store") later in the day. Then the next day I go on-line and find out her car had been totalled by a speeding drunk and she'd been killed instantly.

For weeks after that, I'd go on the msn or aol and expect to see her there ... but naturally she wasn't. Her family would sign in occassionally, in the first two weeks after she'd died - I never spoke to them, but I think it was the day after, I had to leave a message on it. I knew she wasn't there, but I had to do it anyway. The last convo we'd had, we were speculating if I was pregnant or not. I found out my answer on the day that I found she'd died - god, that was the wierdest thing (not in a good way).

On one side, my heart was breaking at the loss of a good friend and on the other side, total elation about being pregnant.

Why am I relating all of that? Because eventhough it was in 2001, its STILL raw.


Which brings me back to the thing on jfen. What kind of person willing puts people that she claims to like through that kind of crap?

Yeah, I know pseuicide is hardly anything new on the net ... but I have troubles wrapping my head around it.

http://www.holyshiite.com/caver/ About 10 pages long. Put me off caves in a big way, which is problematic given the current career choices I'm in the process of considering.



http://www.dionaea-house.com/ Longer than the other. Save it for when you've got several hours to spare and follow the journal links etc (not that many of them). Be sure to read the comments on the journal entries.



Both of them are works, naturally ... but shiiiit. *g* OK, I've got to admit that I'm a total sucker for this kind of shit - but they freaked me out a bit. :-)

Free Radical You scored 89% Talk the Talk and 68% Walk the Walk!

You talk the talk, but you also walk the walk. You put your time, money, and efforts where your mouth is. It can be hard to be this open-minded both in theory and in practice... kudos!

My test tracked 2 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 88% on Talk the Talk You scored higher than 68% on Walk the Walk

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According to our research, you'll be dead by

February 2055
at age 83

- probable cause -
heart attack

YOU DIE: 82.5 years

AVERAGE FEMALE LIFE SPAN: 77.1 years

As you can plainly see, you have more health & vitality than the average woman.

WHY YOU DIE?
56% heart attack
24% car accident
13% loneliness
5% drowning of the lungs
2% wounds

You have 17939.9 days left on this earth.
You've already lived 40% of your life.

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Organic Chemist You are 49% hard-core, and care 36% about the big picture!

You were one of those curve breakers weren't you? Besides earning the hatred of most of the pre-meds in your orgo class, you managed to impress the professor with your affinity for syntheses. Now you've got a nice career synthesizing various chemicals, but sadly this has come at the expense of a 90% chance of falling to liver cancer by your forties. Maybe you should have used the fume hood a bit more.

My test tracked 2 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 64% on Hardcore You scored higher than 12% on Scale

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Keeper You scored 56% Naughiness!

Oh, yeah. You go Girl! You'll try {almost} anything once, and as long as it doesn't hurt, or taste TOO bad, you'll try it a second time. You're not afraid to give your man what he wants, and you occasionally find yourself bragging about it to your girlfriends. Definitely a keeper.

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 99% on Naughtiness

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Vanilla. So, so, SO vanilla. LOL

I fixed the computer.




Holy Shit.

( Several pictures, mostly of the kids. )

NOTE: "Interesting" picture for the last one ... scroll fast if you're squeemish - won't let me cut for some reason (probably the shitty computer).

If i was a serial killer i would be Jack the Ripper. Jack the Ripper, by far the most notorious killer of all time. What would drive a man to kill 5 prostitutes, surgically mutilate the bodies, then stop, to never be heard from again? Most of the murders were pretty much the same, the victim had her throat cut and her abdomen exposed, the intestines were placed over her right shoulder and sometimes a kidney or even the heart had been removed. Jack the RIpper's murders are still unsolved. Kill count: 5 Find what serial killer you would be, Take the Serial Killer Quiz now! How evil are you? You are Monoxide Child! Which Psychopathic Artist Are You? brought to you by Quizilla Right. OK. It would help if I could see the picture ... any clues? Take the quiz: what kind of drug are you? (includes pictures) weed. you are weed.you are laid back, ralaxed and outgoing. Quizzes by myYearbook.com -- the World's Biggest Yearbook! What is your Anti-Drug?

Heh. As if I wasn't going to take it ... it's a meme, dammit!

You are a Social Liberal (71% permissive) and an... Economic Liberal (16% permissive) You are best described as a: Socialist Link: The Politics Test on Ok Cupid Also: The OkCupid Dating Persona Test

Ooooh, another meme ... yay!





Eh. Oddness. It won't let me post this unless I have the year as 2006. Ah well.

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you are uranus, the crazy! COOL! your crazy and
disruptive, funny and outgoing, oh, and
awesimo! you always do things unexpected, and
your friends love you as much as you love them.
you believe that theres more to the world then
work and that fun is the true meaning to life.
you are creative. you may be considered weird,
but its just because you see life in a
different view. and at times you can be really
dumb, but your a genius! go us! and long live
uranus!(please rate and if you want, message me
for comments on the quiz. i dont mind
critiscm!)



GOOD PLANET: jupiter. strangely enough jupiter is
that person thats hates you so much, and yet
you guys are the best of friends. opposites
attract, i guess.



BAD PLANET: saturn. too strict and doesn't see the
better things in life.


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Why won't this stupid motherfucker let me stay logged in??


ANYWAY.


I am pleased to announce (if by pleased, I mean: irritated) that I have reached new levels of povvo.

I've taken to cutting and colouring my own hair. Fabulous.
Actually, its turned out FAR better than I thought it would AND I've saved myself untold amounts of money doing so. Go the clippers, YAY.

Also, thanks to FuckStain not getting the maintenance in on time last night, today I had to take the DVD down to bloody cash converters and get a fucking loan on it.

Can't say I'm real thrilled about THAT one. Yes, I'll get it back tomorrow morning ... but that's not the fucking point, is it?

Seriously though, how fucking difficult is it to understand the words:

"I need the maintenance by Tuesday night. I'm on the last loaf of bread and we have THREE end of year school related things to do on Wednesday - all of which require taking a bloody plate. Also, I have no petrol. So don't forget to put it in sometime on Tuesday."

But apparently the kids having food for breakfast and stuff to take for lunch isn't all that damn high on his priority list. Thankfully, next doors were home ... so I got half a loaf of bread from them, and a couple of apples.

THEN I went to fucking cashies and got a loan on the bloody DVD.

After which, I put petrol in the car. Not a real lot either, given that it was at bloody $1.18 a litre. THEN THEN I bought three bar cakes (cheap ones) and some paper plates.

Ugh.

BUT Tara's class party was good. Connor's kindy party was also good (and he got a new book as a present). The school end of year mass was fairly boring - but its only once a year, so yeah. The supper after was bloody brilliant though. Therefore I didn't have to feed the kids tonight - always a bonus, given that they are like a bunch of vultures about food (Liam in particular, fuck knows where he puts it).

TOMORROW is Red Faces Day and its also a casual day. You know, its only going to amount to $3 all up ... but FUCK, give me a break already. True, I could just sent the kids to school in uniform, and then I wouldn't have to come up with $1 each (its a fund raising kind of thing) - but I'm not THAT much of a bitch. I could also tell them that they can't enter the Red Faces thing ... but they want to do it and I'm not going to say no about that either.

I was horrifically shy as a child, and I still am to a certain extent (I hide it better now though LOL), so if my kids have big enough sets to get up in front of the whole school and either do a dance with their friends (Tara) or put on a skit (Liam) ... well, shit, I'm hardly going to stop them.

Speaking of the shrinking violets that aren't my children ... LOL.

Last Friday was the drama schools production night.

Dammit, but my kids really DO have fucking 'nads of steel. There were a LOT of people there - easily about 400, if not more - and both of them acted their little arses off. Liam, it doesn't surprise me, he's always been a total ham. Tara though, I actually WAS surprised - she's totally lapped it up.

NOW Connors all "I wanna go to!". But he can't go until he's 5 and seeing as he's not 4 until this coming feb, well, he's going to have to wait - which is a good thing, cause I've got no clue how I'm going to afford it, along with the school fee's when he starts that too. Ugh. There's no point stressing about it NOW though - I'll start worrying about it half way through next year.

Connor did get his moment in the limelight though. At the kindy party tonight they put on a little concert, and he was a little elf that fell off a bed (long story, had to be there). SO CUTE, and luds, he looked like he was having a blast.

I'm actually pretty proud of MYSELF at the moment. Not only have I managed NOT to force my own shyness onto them, but somehow I've helped instill some sort of confidence in them. Wow. And YES, I AM taking the fucking credit for it. Sue me.

I am also proud of what I did when the report cards came in.

Liam's was good and solid. Somewhere between appropriate and high achievement for most things, with a couple of things just a tad under appropriate. I can't really bag him much for those either - they were more organizational issues than anything, and his teacher comments were great. Really, in this case, the apple hasn't fallen far from the tree.

Tara's report though. I'll admit it, I was fucking shocked. I expected it to be good ... but EVERYTHING bar 2 things was dead on high achievement. LOL. The things that weren't, were appropriate and they were for sport. So yeah, not to fussed about that one. Her teacher comments were also good - but interestingly enough, not quiet as good as Liam's.

So, looking at Liam's again after seeing Tara's made it look not quiet as good - BUT, they are different kids and THIS is where I am really happy with MYSELF. I sat them both down seperately and talked about the various bits and pieces - then we talked about what we could do next year to maybe try and get a bit more out of it all.

In Liam's case, that's the organization thing ... most importantly, he has to deal with the fact that when he's at school, he needs to think mostly about SCHOOL things. *g* I had to have a bit of a chuckle though, one of his issues is that he's not always that good at writing down all of his results. His way of thinking is that as long as he's got the right answer, who gives a fuck if he records down every single step. Honestly, I kind of agree and I told him as much ... but the fact remains that teachers like to see ALL the steps, not just the answer.

Tara needs to contribute more to class discussions. Its OK when its small groups, but when its the entire class she clams up a bit. That's one of the reasons I was surprised at how OUT THERE she was during the drama production - she can be a bit reticent at times. Also, and this IS a problem (though you wouldn't think it is), she really needs to chill the fuck out about some stuff. She gets in SUCH a flap if things aren't JUST SO. Hehe. Also needs to work on her presentation a bit, apparently.

So, after we had seperate chit-chats, I got them together - though I didn't actually SHOW either of them the others (gads, I recon that's just a recipie for disaster!) - and we had a gasbag about what we wanted to do next year. Incidentally, I took out my own reports (straight A's, go me!) for this year as well ... just so they could see that I was including myself in the goal setting thingy.

Overall, we had good results, I recon.

What else can I babble about while I'm here????

Oh, yes. The fucking gas company ...

As if it would have KILLED THEM to fucking wait 2 more weeks before reading the damn meter? The bill is due on the 21st of Demeber. GRRRR. That, and the bloody electric bill came in too.

I had to put my foot down and tell Noel that I'm not paying the gas until the 4th of January. Its not even an issue of christmas presents. Well, it is somewhat, because I'd like to get them SOME decent shit. I'm not going to be to extravagant (HAH, I literally CAN'T), but shit, they way Mum and Noel are going on, I shouldn't get them ANYTHING. And if I do get them something, it should be "practical".

Eh. No. They're KIDS for fucksakes. Yes, they will be getting a couple of practical things - but they're going to be COOL practical things. Not bloody school books.

Even without the present issue though, if I payed the gas bill AND the electic bill, we wouldn't be eating. Lets also not forget that all three kids are going to be home - so they'll be eating even more than usual, and, heaven forbid, I might actually like to take them somewhere.

So, I'm in shit for not paying the bill - but such is life. I was expecting that anyway. No amount of arguing or discussion or anything like that is going to ... eh, whatever. Can't be bothered with it.

I think I'm just about done. YAY.

Wait, last thing. The school photo's came though ... they came out really well too, so I'm happy with that. When I get off my lazy arse, I'll scan them and subject y'all to 'em!

take the first 4 digits of your phone number
multiply by 80
add 1
multiply by 250
add the last 4 digits of your phone number
add them again
subtract 250
divide by 2

... it never fucking ends does it?

Tara's only gone and broken the front windscreen on the car.

Sheesh.

Meanwhile, in other news, Connor decided to throw a (thankfully) dried up mud-ball at Liam ... while Liam was running into the house. It took me AGES to clean it up.

Somewhere along the line I forgot to pay my last foxtel bill and now its $362.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I have a(nother) excursion on Monday ... but zilch $$, so I'll be taking a cut lunch with me.

I've been going through the phone book to see if there's anyone that will come to me, replace my windscreen NOW and let me pay them on Wednesday.

No cigar.

Aside from that, I've had a pretty good day. Seriously. This morning was an extension of yesterdays bludge (somewhat) although I DID do the dishes (took me 2 hours LOL) and vacuumed. What made it so good though, was that Liam's two week banning from the computer was over - so all three kids were here in the office. THEREFORE I got to listen to really loud music. Really loudly.

OK, so it wasn't hellaciously loud, it was Foo loud.

It was a lovely 5 hours of prancing around the house pretending to be a rock star.

Natch I got sprung by the neighbours doing my Dave Grohl immitation - but that's nothing new (I recon they hear the music and come over on purpose LOL).

Here's a random piece of useless information ...

My married name is Powell and my maiden name is Henderson (I'm seriously considering using Henderson again, as well).

BUT

Before I changed my name, by deep poll when I was 19, my surname was Groll. My kids recon I look like I could be Dave Grohl's sister. I can't see it.

I was adopted at 12 days old and before my parents (Gunter and Frances Groll - yes, I'm named after my mother) adopted me, Marianne (my biological mother) called me Heidi.

Mum and Dad considered calling me Heidi or Erika ... but decided against it (they totally didn't know that Marianne called me Heidi, BTW).

My best friends (well, one of the two) name is HEIDI and her middle sister is Erica.

Heidi's dad is dutch. Marianne has dutch parents.

Hehe. Funny little coincidences

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TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey
Name:	Frances L R P
Birthday:	18 August 1972
Birthplace:	Adelaide, South Australia
Current Location:	see above
Eye Color:	Blue
Hair Color:	Dark Brown (naturally dark blonde)
Height:	174cm
Right Handed or Left Handed:	Right
Your Heritage:	Northern European Mutt
The Shoes You Wore Today:	Black Flat Work Boots
Your Weakness:	Coffee, Tobacco, Chocolate
Your Fears:	Being Helpless
Your Perfect Pizza:	Meatlovers with pineapple on a tomato base
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:	Good Headspace
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:	Okies
Thoughts First Waking Up:	Ugh
Your Best Physical Feature:	Lips, eyes and arse
Your Bedtime:	Whenever
Your Most Missed Memory:	How do I know? Its missing
Pepsi or Coke:	Coke
MacDonalds or Burger King:	Burger King (aka Hungry Jacks)
Single or Group Dates:	Dates? Who? What?
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:	Neither
Chocolate or Vanilla:	Chocolate
Cappuccino or Coffee:	Cappaccino IS coffee, dunderhead.
Do you Smoke:	Yup
Do you Swear:	Fuck yes
Do you Sing:	LOL. Yeah. Badly and loudly
Do you Shower Daily:	No, I prefer baths
Have you Been in Love:	Yes
Do you want to go to College:	University
Do you want to get Married:	Again? BWAHAHAHAHA! Fuck no.
Do you belive in yourself:	Yes
Do you get Motion Sickness:	No
Do you think you are Attractive:	Some days I can be ... other days, not so much
Are you a Health Freak:	Surprisingly, yes. Trying to make up for the smoking
Do you get along with your Parents:	Mostly
Do you like Thunderstorms:	Yes
Do you play an Instrument:	Not any more
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:	Yes
In the past month have you Smoked:	Yes
In the past month have you been on Drugs:	No
In the past month have you gone on a Date:	No
In the past month have you gone to a Mall:	Yes
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:	No
In the past month have you eaten Sushi:	Yes
In the past month have you been on Stage:	No
In the past month have you been Dumped:	No
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:	No
In the past month have you Stolen Anything:	No
Ever been Drunk:	Yes
Ever been called a Tease:	Yes
Ever been Beaten up:	Yes
Ever Shoplifted:	No
How do you want to Die:	In a blaze of glory ... hebus, I don't know ... what kind of quetion is that?
What do you want to be when you Grow Up:	Dunno
What country would you most like to Visit:	All of them
In a Boy/Girl..
Favourite Eye Color:	Not fussed
Favourite Hair Color:	Not fussed
Short or Long Hair:	Long
Height:	Taller than me
Weight:	I like just a wee bit of extra weight
Best Clothing Style:	Eh, whatever
Number of Drugs I have taken:	ME, or the Boy? Assuming me ... several, over the years
Number of CDs I own:	25 ish?
Number of Piercings:	7
Number of Tattoos:	7
Number of things in my Past I Regret:	Regret is a waste of time
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So I got the assignment finished - at 12.55pm today ... keeping in mind that my class was at 1.35pm.

That's essentially it though, as far as homework goes for the rest of the year. Two more lessons (monday and wednesday) and then I'm on school holidays.

Where the hell did THAT go??? Didn't we just come off of holidays?

Anyway, Monday should be a bit of a bludge. We're heading down to Maslins Beach to look at fossils and whatnot, early in the morning so that we don't have to deal with all the streakers (Maslins Beach is a nude beach, for anyone not in the area).

We were originally going to head up to Mannum, but we're all so travelled out that it was decided that Maslins was the better option.

Strat in particular is all travelled out (Strat would be our teacher) - 'cause he has to take ALL of his classes on various field trips ... also, last week a bunch of us headed down to the Limestone Coast for a few days.

Damn, but that was fucking wearing. I'm really NOT the type of person that should go on bus trips with other people - I'm just far to surly and protective of my personal space. It was OK though and we saw some good stuff - caves and what not. A lot of time was taken up, however, by things that I personally think were pretty pointless (like visitors centres etc) ... the time would have been far better spent seeing actual THINGS, but yeah, shit happens.

I'm not minding this geology stuff at all, its actually rather interesting ... but its really confirmed that I'm an archaeologist at heart - I really don't think I could do the rock thing for a crust (heee, pun intended). I'll still do it next year though.


Blah blah blah.



Eeeeh, I'm flat as hell tonight ... and I'm a bit worried about the serious lack of $$ combined with the massive amount of bills that I've got about to come in. Add that onto the Christmas thing, and, liek wohaaaa. Its going to be another Christmas where I do all of the shopping two days before hand - oh the joy. Still could be worse.


What else can I blather about? Nothing much, really ... yayness for all of you! LOL.

I'm gonna go and write a Sue, that always makes me feel better. :-)

I'm procrastinating. 

A lot.

I've got an assignment due TOMORROW ... which I've just done the title page for ... eeeeeh ... keep in mind that its almost 11 pm. 

LOL.  Its not due til tomorrow AFTERNOON - but still.

MUST

STOP

WASTING

TIME

Or not ... so, anyways, I came on-line for a GOOD reason!  I had to get the pictures from the field trip we took the Victor a couple of weeks ago (that's what the assignment is about) ... so, I found this one and I actually rather like it. 

I look skinny in it!  Yayness.

(I'll just ignore the fact that I'm pulling a terrible face in it ... because you can't see it that well anyway - woooohooo for hats!)

 

*Sniggers*  Do I look like a geologist?

 

 

 

 

i don't know why the hell I didn't think of it sooner.

for all the fucking weeks i've been sitting in this damn office, pulling my hair out, trying to get the fucking computer to function ... unsuccessfully, duh ... and right behind me ... there's a LAP TOP.


Heeeeee.


Actually, the reason I'd not considered the laptop is because I was under the impression that it was broken. I was under THAT impression because I've never actually SEEN it turned on and Noel has another that he takes to and from work ...

Well ... its NOT broken. :-)


Damn, but the motherfucker is SMALL ... ugh. However, I can deal with smallness because its fully functional.



YAY



(Well, so far ... don't wanna jinx it!)


So, I'm off to check up on 3 weeks worth of flocked entries and see what everyones REALLY been up to ...


Gads, then I'm going to have to hunt up my favourites disk and get them on here.

I can't believe we lost Eddie.

I can't even begin to imagine how his family must be feeling right now.

I'm not 100% on the validity of this ... but I got it in an email and its enough to make me put it here.



MUST READ - RIGHT TO THE END OF THIS EMAIL!





I am sending this to everyone because I know every man has either has a daughter, a mother, a sister, a wife or girlfriend.



*** PLEASE READ***

If you are a woman and use pads, but especially if you use tampons, read this and pass it on to your friends. For the men receiving this email, please forward it to your friends, significant others, sisters, mothers, daughters, etc. Thanks!



Check the labels of the sanitary pads or tampons that you are going to buy the next time and see whether you spot any of the familiar signs stated in this email. No wonder so many women in the world suffer from cervical cancer and womb tumours. Have you heard that tampon makers include asbestos in tampons? Why would they do this?



Because asbestos makes you bleed more, if you bleed more, you're going to need to use more. Why isn't this against the law since asbestos is so dangerous? Because the powers that be, in all their wisdom (not), did not consider tampons as being ingested and, therefore, did not consider them illegal or dangerous.



This month's Essence magazine mentions 2 manufacturers of a cotton tampon alternative. The companies are: Organic Essentials @ 1-800-765-6491 and Terra Femme @ 1-800-755-0212.



A woman getting her Ph.D. at University of Colorado sent the following:



"I am writing this because women are not being informed about the dangers of something most of us use: Tampons. I am taking a class this month and I have been learning a lot about biology and women, including feminine hygiene.



Recently we have learned that tampons are actually dangerous (for other reasons than TSS). After learning about this in our class, most of the females wound up feeling angry and upset with the tampon industry, and I for one, am going to do something about it. To start, I want to inform everyone I can, and email is the fastest way that I know how.



HERE IS THE SCOOP: Tampons contain two things that are potentially harmful:

Rayon (for absorbency), and dioxin (a chemical used in bleaching).



The tampon industry is convinced that we, as women, need bleached white products in order to view the product as pure and clean. The problem here is that the dioxin, can lead to very harmful problems for a woman.



Dioxin is potentially carcinogenic (cancer-associated) and is toxic to the immune and reproductive systems. It has also been linked to endometriosis and lower sperm counts for men. For both sexes, it breaks down the immune system.



Last September, the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) reported that there really is no "acceptable" level of exposure to dioxin given that it is cumulative and slow to disintegrate. The real danger comes from repeated contact (Karen Couppert "Pulling the Plug on the Tampon Industry"). I'd say using about 4-5 tampons a day, five days a month, for 38 years is "repeated contact", wouldn't you? Rayon contributes to the danger of tampons and dioxin because it is a highly absorbent substance.



Therefore, when fibres from the tampons are left behind in the vagina (as usually occurs), it creates a breeding ground for the dioxin. It also stays in a lot longer than it would with just cotton tampons. This is also the reason why TSS (toxic shock syndrome) occurs.



WHAT ARE THE ALTERNATIVES? Using feminine hygiene products that aren't bleached and that are all cotton. Other feminine hygiene products

pads/napkins) contain dioxin as well, but they are not nearly as dangerous.



So, what can you do if you can't give up using tampons? Use tampons that are made from 100% UNBLEACHED cotton.



Unfortunately, there are very few companies that make these safe tampons.

They are usually only found in health food stores. Countries all over the world (Sweden, Germany, British Columbia, etc.) have demanded a switch to this safer tampon, while the US has decided to keep us in the dark about it.



In 1989, activists in England mounted a campaign against chlorine bleaching.

Six weeks and 50,000 letters later, the makers of sanitary products switched to oxygen bleaching (one of the green methods available) (MS magazine, May/June 1995).



WHAT TO DO NOW: Tell people. Everyone. Inform them. We are being manipulated by this industry and the government, let's do something about it! Please write to the companies: Tampax (Tambrands); Playtex; O.B.; Kotex. All the 1800 numbers are listed on the boxes. Let them know that we demand a safe

product: ALL COTTON UNBLEACHED TAMPONS.



REMINDER: In order not to lose the impact of this email, I suggest that anyone who wants to forward it to their friends, PLEASE copy this mail and paste it to a NEW message. That way it will not distort the whole message with all the forward arrows. Please do this with consideration and seriousness. Thanks.



Jackie



Jackie Major







Corporate Nursing Services

Royal Perth Hospital

What a fucking week.

Nothing specific about it, but yeah ... its just been really busy and somewhat frustrating.

I've been catching up on the flist, particularly the flocked entries because I can't read them on my computer (I'm on Noels) thanks to the sazzy thing not letting me sign in.

I badly need to reformat or something. I've lost all of the media players and the java won't work and a bunch of other shit. Eh.

Anyways.

Hello to everyone on the flist and I'm NOT ignoring anyone, I just don't have the ability to reply to your posts. I'd do it tonight, but I don't have that many hours of net left on this computer and I need it to other stuff.

BUT ... Talie, Adie, Mojomonkey and Houseofwhacks ...

I'm think about ya's and big hugs for the three of you.


What else?

Uhhhm.


The kids spent the night at ShitHeads last night - all three of them, wonder of wonders. So I went out for dinner ... OK, so it was with Mum and Noel but it was still out and even better, Mum paid for me. LOL.

We went to the Korean place on Goody Road, for anyone that might be in the area ... the food is fabulous and its really rather affordable. I think it came to $74 for the three of us, inculdine a bottle of rose (a really nice Sth African one that I can't remember the name of) and a glass of merlot. We ate well too, very well.

So that was fun.

It's good that ShitHead is finally taking all three of them, and to be totally fair, Connor's been a bit little up til now and WOULDN'T spend the night. One thing REALLY fucked me off though - when he picked the kids up, there was some guy in the front of the car that I totally didn't know.

Not good.

I've been pretty forward with the fact that I need to MEET the people that the kids will be hanging out with while they're at ShitHeads house - something that he just doesn't get ... but he's going to have to deal with it.

I ended up giving Liam the 3rd Degree when they got home this afternoon, the guys name is Rob and he works with ShitHead and didn't stay for long.

But seriously people, all safetly issues aside even - would it fucking KILL HIM to just spend time with the kids without other people visiting or whatever else? I can understand if its the grandparents, much as I can't stand them, and I can even understand if its Orania's parents ... but fucking hell, the last 3 or 4 times they've gone over there he's had mates over.

Very fucking annoying for me (safety issues - and NO, I don't fucking trust him to make sure that the kids aren't being exposed to fuckheads) and I'm pretty sure that on some level or other its probably irritating for the kids too. If it was ME, I'd want that time with my dad WITHOUT him being distracted by his mates blah blah blah.

Wanker.

What else?

Oh, I've got a 3 day field trip coming up at the end of month for Earth Science (to the Limstone Coast)... that should be fun. Lots of crawling around in caves and shit like that and on the last day were'd doing a bunch of winery tours - right up my alley. LOL

I've also got an excursion to Victor and Port Elliot on Monday week, looking at rocks and stuff again. That should be fun, but its only a day trip. I'm actually glad of that, because Mum is going to be stuck looking after the kids for the one at the end of the month and I'm not sure how many times I'm going to be able to get her to do that. LOL.

Heeeeeee. Also, I've never been away from the kids for more than one night at a time. On one side, I'm sure it will be great and it certainly will be a nice change to be able to just muck around and not have to consider that they need to pee every couple of hours and eat and that sort of thing ... but still, on the other side of it - yeah. Its my kids.

Oh well. That's enough of my shit.

Surprisingly short, this one, especially for me.

Love ya's all!

 

Gacked from lilmellie on the flist ...

 

Start with 100%, and take away 1% for everything you've done/that's happened to you on this list. Put the number you are left with in the subject line.

EXAMPLE...if you did ONE thing you would put 99%.

Smoked.
Drank alcohol.
Cried when someone died.
Been drunk.
Had sex.
Been to a concert.
Given a handjob/gotten a handjob.
Given a blowjob/gotten a blowjob.
Been verbally sexually harassed.
Verbally sexually harassed somebody.
Felt someone up and/or been felt up.
Laughed so hard something came out of your nose.
Cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriend before.
Been cheated on by a boyfriend/girlfriend.
Been to prom.
Cried at school.
Gotten lost in a WalMart or a department store.
Went streaking.
Given a lap dance.
Had someone of the opposite sex in your room.
Had someone of the opposite sex sleep over.
Slept over at someone of the opposite sex's house.
Kissed a stranger.
Hugged a stranger.
Went scuba diving.
Driven a car.
Gotten an xray.
Hit by a car.
Had a party.
Done drugs.
Played strip poker.
Got paid to strip for someone.
Ran away from home.
Broken a bone.
Eaten sushi.
Bought porn.
Watched porn.
Made porn.
Had a crush on someone of the same sex.
Been in love.
Frenched kissed.
Laughed so hard you cried.
Cried yourself to sleep.
Laughed yourself to sleep.
Stabbed yourself.
Shot a gun.
Trash talked someone and then acted like their best friend the next day.
Watched TV for 9 consecutive hours.
Been online for 9 consecutive hours.
Watched an animal die.
Watched a person die.
Had sex and/or messed around somewhere with atleast 1 person present.
Pranked somebody.
Put somebody in the hospital.
Snuck into someone's room and/or your own room after being out.
Kissed somebody of the same sex.
Dressed punk.
Dressed goth.
Dressed preppy.
Been to a motocross race.
Avoided somebody.
Been stalked.
Stalked someone.
Met a celebrity.
Played an instrument.
Ridden a horse.
Cut yourself.
Bungee jumped.
Ding dong ditched somebody.
Been to a wild party.
Got caught stealing something.
Kicked a guy in the balls.
Stolen a boyfriend/girlfriend from a friend.
Went out with your friend's crush.
Got arrested.
Been pregnant.
Babysat.
Been to another country.
Started your house on fire.
Had an encounter with a ghost.
Donated your hair to cancer patients.
Been asked out by someone that you never though you'd to be asked out by.
Cried over a member of the opposite sex.
Had a boyfriend/girlfriend for over 3 months.
Sat on your ass all day.
Ate a whole carton of ice cream all by yourself.
Had a job.
Gotten cut from a sports team.
Been called a whore.
Danced like a whore.
Been mistaken for a celebrity.
Been in a car accident.
Been told you have beautiful eyes.
Been told you have beautiful hair.
Raped somebody.
Danced in the rain.
Been rejected.
Walked out of a restaurant without paying.
Punched someone/slapped someone in the face.

16th October 2005. 9.20pm.


Oooooh crap. My IE seems to be knackered, fuck knows why ... half of the shit that's meant to come up with links doesn't and all sorts of other crap.

I'm not getting the "update" option (and yeah, I AM signed in) when I hover over the "journal" link.

*sigh*


ANYWAY ... this is just a little piece of nonsense that amused me ...

Wrestling fans ...

Am I the ONLY person that would like to see Masters in a really long progamme with Hardcore Holly?

I think it would be a beautiful thing. Yeah, the matches might be a bit dull - but just think about it.

Bob would stiff Masters up something terrible.

ROFL.

Oooops - that would be me being a Stevie mark, wouldn't it?

Oh well ... shit happens.

Fare thee well, oh lj types, I suspect I'm going to be calling the computer dude in the morning.


Music: Foo Lite. Razor.

Mood: Meh



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~





A frog goes into a bank and approaches the teller. He can see from her
nameplate that her name is Patricia Whack.

"Miss Whack, I'd like to get a $30,000 loan to take a holiday."

Patty looks at the frog in disbelief and asks his name. The frog says his
name is Kermit Jagger, his dad is Mick Jagger, and that it's okay, he knows
the bank manager.

Patty explains that he will need to secure the loan with some collateral.

The frog says, "Sure. I have this," and produces a tiny porcelain elephant,
about an inch tall, bright pink and perfectly formed.

Very confused, Patty explains that she'll have to consult with the bank
manager and disappears into a back office.

She finds the manager and says, "There's a frog called Kermit Jagger out
there who claims to know you and wants to borrow $30,000, and he wants to
use this as collateral."

She holds up the tiny pink elephant. "I mean, what in the world is this?"



wait for it :)



The bank manager looks back at her and says...

"It's a knickknack, Patty Whack. Give the frog a loan. His old man's a
Rolling Stone."


(You're singing it, aren't you? Yeah, I know you are........)


Never take life too seriously! Come on now, you grinned, I know you did!!!

Your soul is WILLFUL. You are determined and a
little reckless, and you do whatever you want
to do. You have strong opinions and are not
easily swayed, and your headstrong resolve is
not easily countered. You have few regrets.
People find your refusal to go down without a
fight formidable, and they respect you for it.
You are a proud and content soul.


What Is Your Soul's Trait?
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Ugh. It's so late that its now early ... and there's still 43 minutes of a download to go.

Fucksies.


I don't really want to leave the computer running and go to bed - but then again, I've not been to bed before 4am for the last week. Hah. And I wonder why I keep on catching germs from the progeny. *rme*

Whatever.




Fuck. Was that pointless or what?

The Bridge

There was a man who had given much thought to what he wanted from life. He had experienced many moods and trials. He had experimented with different ways of living, and he had had his share of both success and failure. At last, he had begun to see clearly where he wanted to go.

Diligently, he searched for the right opportunity. Sometimes he came close, only to be pushed away. Often the applied all of his strength and imagination, only to find the path hopelessly blocked. And then at last it came! But the opportunity would not wait. It would be made available only for a short time. If it were seen that he was not committed, the opportunity would not come again.

Eager to arrive, he started on his journey. With each step, he wanted to move faster; with each thought about his goal, his heart beat quicker; with each vision of what lay ahead, he found renewed vigor. Strength that had left it since his early youth returned, and desires, all kinds of desires, reawakened from their long-dormant positions.

Hurrying along, he came upon a bridge that crossed through the middle of a town. It had been built high above a river in order to protect it from the floods of spring.

He started across. Then he noticed someone coming from the opposite direction. As they moved closer, it seemed as though the other was coming to greet him. He could clearly see, however, that he did not know this other, who was dressed similarly except for something tied around his waist.

When they were within hailing distance, he could see that what the other had about his waist was a rope. It was wrapped around him many times and probably, if extended, would reach a length of 30 feet.

The other began to uncurl the rope, and, just as they were coming close, the stranger said, "Pardon me, would you be so kind as to hold the end a moment?"

Surprised by this politely phrased but curious request, he agreed without a thought, reached out, and took it.

"Thank you," said the other, who then added, "two hands now, and remember, hold tight." Whereupon, the other jumped off the bridge.

Quickly, the free-falling body hurtled the distance of the rope’s length, and from the bridge, the man abruptly felt the pull. Instinctively, he held tight and was almost dragged over the side. He managed to brace himself against the edge, however, and after having caught his breath looked down at the other dangling, close to oblivion.

"What are you trying to do?" he yelled. "Just hold tight," said the other "This is ridiculous," the man thought and began trying to haul the other in. He could not get the leverage, however. It was as though the weight of the other person and the length of the rope had been carefully calculated in advance so that together they created a counterweight just beyond his strength to bring the other back to safety.

"Why did you do this?" the man called out. "Remember," said the other, "if you let go, I will be lost." "But I cannot pull you up," the man cried. "I am your responsibility," said the other. "Well, I did not ask for it," the man said. "If you let go, I am lost," repeated the other.

He began to look around for help. But there was no one. How long would he have to wait? Why did this happen to befall him now, just as he was on the verge of true success? He examined the side, searching for a place to tie the rope. Some protrusion, perhaps, or maybe a hole in the boards. But the railing was unusually uniform in shape; there were no spaces between the boards. There was no way to get rid of this newfound burden, even temporarily.

What do you want?" he asked the other hanging below. "Just your help," the other answered. "How can I help? I cannot pull you in, and there is no place to tie the rope so that I can go and find someone to help me help you." "I know that. Just hang on; that will be enough. Tie the rope around your waist; it will be easier."

Fearing that his arms could not hold out much longer, he tied the rope around his waist. "Why did you do this?" he asked again. "Don’t you see what you have done? What possible purpose could you have in mind?" "Just remember," said the other, "my life is in your hands."

What should he do? "If I let go, all my life I will know that I let this other die. If I stay, I risk losing my momentum toward my own long-sought-after salvation. Either way, this will haunt me forever." With ironic humor he thought to die himself, instantly, to jump off the bridge while he was still holding on. "That would teach this fool." But he wanted to live and live fully. "What a choice I have to make; How shall I ever decide?"

As time went by, still no one came. The critical moment of decision was drawing near. To show his commitment to his own goals, he would have to continue on his journey now. It was already almost too late to arrive in time. But what a terrible choice to have to make!

A new thought occurred to him. While he could not pull this other up solely by his own efforts, if the other would shorten the rope from his end by curling it around his waist again and again, together, they could do it! Actually, the other could do it by himself, so long as he, standing on the bridge, kept it still and steady.

"Now listen," he shouted down. "I think I know how to save you." And he explained his plan. But the other wasn’t interested. "You mean you won’t help? But I told you I cannot pull you up myself, and I don’t think I can hang on much longer either." "You must try," the other shouted back in tears. "If you fail, I die!"

The point of decision had arrived. What should he do? "My life or this other’s?" And then a new idea. A revelation. So new, in fact, it seemed heretical, so alien was it to his traditional way of thinking.

"I want you to listen carefully," he said, "because I mean what I am about to say. I will not accept the position of choice for your life, only for my own; the position of choice for your own life I hereby give back to you."

"What do you mean?" the other asked, afraid. "I mean, simply, it’s up to you. You decide which way this ends. I will become the counterweight. You do the pulling and bring yourself up. I will even tug a little from here." He began unwinding the rope from around his waist and braced himself anew against the side.

"You cannot mean what you say!" the other shrieked. "You would not be so selfish. I am your responsibility. What could be so important that you would let someone die? Do not do this to me!"

He waited a moment. There was not change in the tension of the rope.

"I accept your choice," he said, at last, and freed his hands.

- Edwin H. Friedman

From the book "Friedman’s Fables"

The cut still isn't working for me ... so be warned ... TMI!

TMI!

TMI!

Get the point? This might be TMI!



Houseofwhacks reminded me of something Liam said and did a couple of weeks ago!



Before I get to the story, I'll give a little back-ground.

We're fairly open in this house AND I have no privacy what so ever ... particularly on the bog.

Consequently, all three kids know about periods blah blah blah.

SO ... I had my period a couple of weeks back and I was in a pretty crusty mood. I don't get pms, I get DMS, which Liam has noticed.

So, I was a tad snappy and apologised for it.

He just kind of looks at me odd and says "Mum, when Tara gets older she's going to get periods too, isn't she?"

Me "Yeah."

Poor little bugger - he just kind of sighed and walked off with his shoulders all slumped and I can hear him muttering to himself "Bloody hell. There's going to be TWO of them to deal with. I think I'll get a job and move out or something."

BWAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAAAHHHA!




ETA: While I'm here ...



You are the Justice card. Justice preserves the
harmony of the world. Working with opposite
forces, Justice does not seek to criticize or
condemn but rather to accept. The idea behind
the card justice is that opposite forces are
complementary; you could not have good without
evil or light without darkness. Justice's
position is to make sure that if a thing is out
of balance, the weight of its energy is
realigned with its opposite force. This card is
also a card of humour, for it is in pointing
out contrary positions that humour is often
found. The attitude that is found in the
humourous person, being able to shift
perspective and flow with an instinct, is
important in the maintenance of good balance.
Image from The Blue Moon Tarot Deck.
http://www.themysticeye.com/pics/bluemoon.htm


Which Tarot Card Are You?
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Bloody hell. I tried cutting this into various portions, but it just wasn't feeling it.

Scroll, my pretties, if you've not got the will to actually read over a weeks worth of my inane babbling.


In its entire (long-winded) form:


"Playing Catch Up"


03/10/05 (Monday)

Ooops. Someone forgot to pay her net bill. Ugh. Another week and half of slower-than-molasses-on-a-cold-day dial up … but on the good computer. I don’t think I’ll bother.

Still …

I was thinking today (god help us all!) … I really had a narrow escape. Then I got to mulling it over … how did I get myself hooked up with a person that I seriously suspect has BPD?

Ugh, again.

Actually, I was going to dribble on about it at length … but now that I’m here, I’m not feeling it.

So what else can I babble on about?

Heh … that’s right.

Connor, the little horror, has learned how to scale the pool fence.

Lovely. (Colour me seriously unimpressed).

Mother came up with the idea of covering the front side of the fence with small chicken wire and putting barbed wire along the top.

I had to kill the barbed wire idea.

I’ve regained my pre-kiddie-plague figure … probably thanks to the family size block of chocolate I inhaled the other day … along with the other assorted sweeties that mysteriously found their way into my gob. Bugger.

Here’s a pointless bit of trivia … if you put tea leaf in your pipe and drag hard enough on it, the smoke heats up the left over tobacco resin in the stem of the pipe and its *almost* like having a proper smoke. Yeah, weed smokers would probably have figured that out … but it’s been a long while since I’ve had a cone, so I forgot.

Actually, its been … *thinking music* … 9 years since I’ve had a cone and probably closer to 10 since I’ve had anything else illegal. Go me. Hehe.

Which brings me to a complaint … what the fuck have they done to Sudafed? That used to be some good shit, it would clear the nasal passages AND you’d have the bonus of a trippy arsed dream into the bargain.

What did they take out? *pouts*

Point in case – the best Sudafed induced dream I’ve ever had. Background: I was 22 or 23 and had chicken pox (man, that SUCKED!).

Dream:

I was my age at the time, but for some reason I was wearing my old school uniform (summer). Don’t get too exited though, because our summer uniform was shapeless and ugly. Anyway … I was at my house (at the time) and Heidi (also in school uniform) came over for a coffee. We then got into my car (which for some reason was a red Alfa or some sort – at that time I really had a mid-blue Holden Camira) and drove to Marion (Westfield).

We walked around one of the shops for a while (I think it was Myer?) and then went to the clothes part – but not the good clothes part, this was a “frock” section … the kind of dresses grannies used to wear in the summer (basically potato sacks with a bold floral print).

Next thing I know, we’re back in the car and heading down South Road to O’Halloran Hill, but I was getting the shits up because the car in front of me was going really slowly and the over-taking lane was full up – so I put the car into 8th gear and we started to fly a bit. Oddness, but whatever.

For some reason, it was vitally important that we got some fresh apples to make cider with, so we flew to McLaren Vale and found an apple orchard.

Then I parked the car in one of the trees and we ate apples … which is normal enough, except for that whenever we spat the pips out little comets would shoot through the sky (its daylight by the way). Heidi’s comets were red and mine were purple.

After that, we thought we’d best get home … but we’d eaten all of the apples that we’d picked – so we flew to some almond trees and got the spider in the back of the car to pick a couple of sacks of almonds for us.

Then we drove home (on the road) and made apricot brandy out of the almonds … while the spider was busy sterilizing jam jars in the laundry.



Then I woke up. LOL.

Well, that’s enough of my verbal diarrhoea (is that spelt right? It looks wrong).

Have a good week.




05/10/05 (Wednesday)

I’m dealing with this not having net bizzo relatively well. OK, so I’ve cheated a little and used Noels computer once or twice … but not a lot.

I’m going to complain.

Its school holidays again (fucking already!!) which is fine, but we’re bloody sick AGAIN. Fuck. Actually, Tara and Connor are fine – its just Liam and I.

We were doing OK too – until Saturday morning, when Mum and Noel came over to cut the grass. I really wish they’d let me know the day before or something, instead of just rolling up at fucking 8.30am on a Saturday morning.

It irritated me on several levels. For starters, I get hay fever and if I had known they were intending to send millions of wee grass seeds into my airspace I would have organised to go out for the day. Secondly, it was the first day of the holidays – heaven forbid that I’d want to have a sleep in or something like that. Also, the night before, the kids had gone bananas and run riot all over the place. I let them, thinking I’d be able to sort it out at my leisure in the morning (Noel doesn’t usually come into work until close to 11am on Saturdays).

Of COURSE I caught a bunch of shit for the way the house looked (toys everywhere blah blah blah) and it didn’t help that we’d all decided to sleep on the lounge floor (in front of the heater). We call it camping and the kids think its fun – we do it quite a bit and I really can’t see what the problem is … but apparently it’s going to contribute to the downfall of society or some such waffle.

ANYWAY … I tidied up while Noel was cutting the grass and Mum was doing whatever the hell it was that she was doing. To be fair, Liam and I both had a slight cold anyway – but nothing major, just sniffles. By midday our eyes were watering and neither of us could breath through our noses.

SUNDAY comes along and both of us are hacking up green chunks and wheezing like a couple of old men.

Monday and Tuesday were the same and it was getting on my nerves … but I’ve got no money so there’s no point going to the doctors. Well, our doctor bulk bills so that would have been fine – it’s the chemist that’s the killer, even with my health care card.

I rang ShitHead yesterday to find out when the maintenance is going in and he said probably that night – but its still not there.

Great.

When I say I’ve got no money, I don’t mean, “I don’t have much money” … I mean I have NO money. Actually, that’s a lie – I’ve got 5c in the bottom of my purse.

I’ve made a doctors appt for tomorrow though – and if the maintenance isn’t in by then, I’ll sort something out … hopefully it will be though.

Bleh.




06/10/05 (Thursday)

So we went to the doctors and we’ve both got bronchitis and – get this! – allergy induced asthma.

WTF???

I’ve never had asthma in my life. No one in the family has it and Liam’s never had it. I don’t recall anyone from ShitHeads family having it either.

Dr C tells me that the hay fever, on top of the wee sniffle we already had, developed into an infection blah blah blah.

Luckily the maintenance was in the bank this morning … not that there’s much of it left now, because I just spent a ton of money at the chemist getting Ventolin and antibiotics etc etc.

*sigh*

At least we got some antibiotics. I was worried that he’d just do the standard “get rest and drink water” bullshit that a lot of doctors seem to be so obsessed with lately. I’m doubly relieved because Liam and Tara are going to Melbourne with Mum and Noel on Wednesday next week and if Liam were sick he wouldn’t be going. Mum won’t take Tara if Liam doesn’t go (which I think sucks, but whatever) and it would just all round be a pain in the arse.




07/10/05 (Friday)

We went to Heidi’s house today. Yay.

I love Heidi’s house.

There’s just something so comforting knowing that I’ve got somewhere to go where I can bitch and moan and complain and she’s not going to tell me to get the fuck over myself. That cuts two ways though, because she does exactly the same thing and she knows full well that I’m not going to get sick of hearing about it.

LOL.

Basically, that’s all we did for 6 solid hours. Well, that, and we drank a LOT of coffee.

The kids love it too. They hung out all day with Jacqui and Josie and watched DVD’s (it was raining so we couldn’t send them outside).

That’s another thing that’s great. Our kids are around the same age and they get along.

When we were younger we used to worry a bit that if we had kids, they’d not get along … you hear these horror stories, about that kind of stuff, where it fucks with the friendships of the parents.

Hmmm. What else?

The antibiotics are working and we’re starting to feel like humans again.



08/10/05 (Saturday)

Fuck, I was lazy today. It was great.

We watched the wrestling and pfaffed around the place. As usual, the house looks like god knows what – but I’ll deal with it in the morning.

Tomorrow is Mum’s birthday, so I bought her (at her request) some herbs in a pot.

We found that choc-mint herb and I have to say it – its bloody brilliant. I’ll be buying another pot for myself next week.

The kids and I also watched “The House Of Flying Daggers” tonight.

Liam wanted to get it because he likes martial arts stuff and Tara wanted to get it because she likes dancing. I wanted to get it because I just thought it looked good. I don’t think Connor gave a shit either way, but he seemed to enjoy it.

It was really good, but I have only one complaint – and it’s not even a problem with the film. It was in Chinese (no problem) with subtitles (again, no problem really) … so I had to READ the entire movie to the kids.

*sniggers*

Liam can read as well as any other yr 2 kid – but subtitles are a bit much, especially when he’s also trying to watch the movie.

Also, there were a couple of “laying down kissing” scenes. I’ve got no boggles with that, duh, but I didn’t know how far they were going to take them – so I ended up standing in front of the TV, stretching out my jumper to cover the screen. OK, so probably you had to be there … but it was pretty damn funny at the time and the kids laughed their arses off at me.

If was even funnier when I got sick of doing that. I told the kids that I wasn’t going to cover anything else up, unless they got naked (which caused even more laughter), so the next scene that came up Liam and Tara started making smooching sounds and generally acted like the kiddies they are.

Funny isn’t it? I don’t have a problem letting the kids watch movies that are rated MA for violence, but if there’s any sex in it (we call sex “laying down kissing” because I’ve not explained it yet) I’m all “Oh no!”

Actually, I’m not really all “Oh no!” but if its something that I’ve not seen myself yet, I tend to be a bit more careful.

It’s another thing I’ve caught shit for. We’re LotR fanatics and some of that stuff is gory – but the kids don’t even bat an eyelid. Yet other kids I know have nightmares about Snow White … yet, paradox-ly, I don’t let them watch the news.

Ah well, whatever. I’m off to write some Sue.



10/10/05 (Monday)

Mums birthday yesterday was good. Very quiet, because she “loves” birthday’s just as much as I do.

If “loves” means “oh, fuck, again?”

She was happy with the herbs – not surprising, seeing as that’s what she told me to get her. LOL

Nick (Noels son) ended up coming over when we were about ½ way through lunch, so we rustled him up a plate and he hung as well. That was kind of fun, because I’ve not seen Nick for a while and the kids absolutely LOVE him … especially Tara.

Hehe.

Like mother, like daughter.

I swear, if he was straight – I’d be all over it like white on rice. He’s hot as hell, only 18 months younger than me, we get along and he’s a fucking DENTIST … seriously, given the right conditions (eg – we didn’t have the same taste in men, which we mostly do) I could go from sisterly to fuck buddy without batting an eye-lid. Oh well.

I digress …

He took them to the carwash and Noel took Granny Weightman home, so Mum and I got some peace and quiet for a change. We had a nice old gossip, which is good.

Realistically, I’m pretty sure the gossip with come back to bite me in the arse at some later date … when she’s got the shits up with me, but I kind of decided “fuck it”. It’s good when we get along, so I’ll take what I can get.

*Sniggers* Having said that … I think she now knows far more about my sex life than she really wants to – but it was all pertinent to the conversation. We started off talking about ShitHead and it all snowballed from there.

I was talking to ShitHead the other day and he tells me (as if its some great big revelation) that he’s got depression.

Riiiiiiight – because I’ve not been saying that for the LAST 9 FUCKING YEARS!!!

I’m glad though, that he’s finally doing something about it because I do like the guy (mostly) and I don’t want to see him headfucked (which he often is).

So yeah, Mum and I were talking about that and things pertaining to it – which involved me mostly explaining stuff, ‘cause she’s a fairly black and white kind of person (that’s not an insult, just a fact) and doesn’t always make the connection between one thing and the next.

Whatever.

We also had a gossip about Dad, because she’s pissed with him at the moment (yeah, they broke up in 1987 and he died in 1992 – but she’s not real good at letting go of things).

Then we went outside with coffee and I had a smoke while we decided where to plant the herbs etc etc.

So that was yesterday.

Today is Marianne’s birthday. That’s kind of interesting, that their birthdays are only one day apart (well, and 15 years or something). Marianne is my biological mother. We were in contact for a while, quite a while actually, but I’ve not spoken to her for a few years now.

I’m kind of meh about that. I’d like to, but then again … not. She’s lovely though and it was good at the time.

I was thinking about sending her an ecard this year, actually, but … heh … no net. Maybe I’ll send her a belated one later in the week when I’ve got the net back.

What else happened today?

I took the kids to see Nick, in his capacity as our dentist … that went well enough. Liam has a cavity (which is why we all trouped up there in the first place), but it’s in a wobbly tooth so Nick decided to leave it (and I said “I told you so!” because I had told him so).

Tara had 4 wee holes that were potential cavities, so he filled them for her – with PINK enamel (or whatever that stuff is they use) … so she’s happy.

Connors teeth are fine … actually, they’re better than the other two’s. Mostly, I suspect, because I help him clean his teeth – whereas when its school time, I just send the other two in the bathroom to do their own.

So yeah … yayness.

Hmmmmm. A parental dilemma.

Liam’s, eh, developing … and had a bit of an issue today.

I covered it, but shit – I really don’t have the equipment that he does, so I had to be blunt with him and let him know that its not really my area of expertise.

Can I just say here … HOLY SHIT! HE’S EIGHT YEARS OLD!! AUGH – SHOULDN’T THIS KIND OF STUFF BE HAPPENING WHEN HE’S 11 OR 12 OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT??????

Anyway, anyway …

Luckily, one of my friends rang tonight (actually, about 10 minutes after I’d finished talking to Liam) so I had a bit of a talk with her about it – seeing as she’s got a (nearly) 12-year-old son and no husband within coo-ee. Oddly enough, her boy had a similar issue earlier in the week

We came to the same conclusion and all is well in the land of the single mothers with developing sons.

I think that’s about it.

Oh yeah … MySpace. I’ve had an account for ages … but I don’t use it. Anyone got one? Is it good? Does it suck?

What’s the dealio?



11/10/05 (Tuesday)

Fucking kids.

Not my kids. The kids that live down the road.

Little wankers.

I caught them trying to siphon petrol out of my car at 4am this morning.

Makes me wonder if it was them that did it last time. Actually, it was the fact that I was up and heard it last time but didn’t twig what it was that made me check this time.

Hah. It was rich though. I shone the torch in their faces (I’ve got one of those big night-stick torch motherfuckers) and yelled my head off at them. Scared the shit out of them too. HAH. My little tirade turned a few neighbours lights on and everything. They scarpered, of course, but my parting gift to them was “I know where you live, you little cunts.”

I’m not going to do anything about it, police wise, but I’ll bet they’ve spent the day absolutely packing the shits … if not more, seeing as the lights were on at their house by the time I was done.

I’ve never been especially fond of my rather large rib cage – but there are times when the enormous set of lungs they house come in very handy.

The irony … I’ve got fuck all petrol in the car anyway. LOL.

Tomorrow morning, I’m getting a lockable petrol lid thingy installed.

Talie ... if you're floating around, I sent an email to your hotmail account.

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No one is going to rescue you. Only you are responsible for yourself and your actions! If you don’t like your life or relationships the way they are, instead of blaming others, take some steps yourself to make them better. Don’t fall into the trap of self-sabotage. If you truly believe that will never achieve anything in life, or that every relationship you have is doomed to fail, and you then act accordingly as if these are the only possible outcomes and never even try for something better, then your life will be nothing but a succession of self- fulfilling prophecies. If you feel like a failure and act accordingly, then you will only end up feeling more like a failure.

Again ...

No one is going to rescue you. Only you are responsible for yourself and your actions! If you don’t like your life or relationships the way they are, instead of blaming others, take some steps yourself to make them better. Don’t fall into the trap of self-sabotage. If you truly believe that will never achieve anything in life, or that every relationship you have is doomed to fail, and you then act accordingly as if these are the only possible outcomes and never even try for something better, then your life will be nothing but a succession of self- fulfilling prophecies. If you feel like a failure and act accordingly, then you will only end up feeling more like a failure.

And again ...

No one is going to rescue you. Only you are responsible for yourself and your actions! If you don’t like your life or relationships the way they are, instead of blaming others, take some steps yourself to make them better. Don’t fall into the trap of self-sabotage. If you truly believe that will never achieve anything in life, or that every relationship you have is doomed to fail, and you then act accordingly as if these are the only possible outcomes and never even try for something better, then your life will be nothing but a succession of self- fulfilling prophecies. If you feel like a failure and act accordingly, then you will only end up feeling more like a failure.

One more time ...

No one is going to rescue you. Only you are responsible for yourself and your actions! If you don’t like your life or relationships the way they are, instead of blaming others, take some steps yourself to make them better. Don’t fall into the trap of self-sabotage. If you truly believe that will never achieve anything in life, or that every relationship you have is doomed to fail, and you then act accordingly as if these are the only possible outcomes and never even try for something better, then your life will be nothing but a succession of self- fulfilling prophecies. If you feel like a failure and act accordingly, then you will only end up feeling more like a failure.


If you think this applies to you, it probably does.

Or maybe it doesn't ... that's up to YOU to decide.

What the hell is wrong with people? What's up with all of this nicey nicey bullshit that's been going on lately anyway? Fucking hell - no wonder the world is going to shit.



Heh. What's this I read about Bush hitting the piss again? If there's ANY substance to that at all, even remotely, well ... that can't be good for ANYONE. For serious, also, did he REALLY get put on anti-depressants last year? Or was that just bullshit? Because if he's hit the piss AND he's on anti-depressants ... scary shit right there.

I am...

I am the guy who came out to the entire school in his senior speech and got a standing ovation for his courage.

I am the girl who kisses her girlfriend on the sidewalk and laughs at those who glare.

We are the couple who planned and studied and got a damn good lawyer and BEAT the state that wanted to take our child away.

We are the ones who took martial arts classes and carry pepper spray and are just too dangerous to gay bash.

I am the transgender person who uses the bathroom that suits me, and demands that any complaining staff explain their complaint to my face in front of the entire restaurant -- and shares with my other trans friends which restaurants don't raise a stink.

I am the mother who told her lesbian daughter to invite her girlfriend over for dinner.

I am the father who punished his son for calling you a fag.

I am the preacher who told my congregation that love, not hate, is the definition of a true follower of God.

I am the girl who did not learn the meaning of "homosexual" until
high school but never thought to question why two men might be kissing.

I am the woman who argues (quite loudly and vehemently) with the bigots who insist that you do not have the right to marry or raise children.

We are the high school class who agrees, unanimously, along with our teacher, that love should be all that matters.

If you agree, repost this. Do it. You don't have to be afraid. You can handle it. You're stronger than you think.

I am making a difference. Hate will not win.

Just in case anyone had the audacity to forget ...

This computer sucks.

Windows 98 (v1) sucks.

Chariot Net Connect customer service doesn't suck.




I need a new tower. I can't afford a new tower. I even had a dream, last night, about going to The IT Warehouse and buying a new tower ... with XP on it.



Spy-bot Search and Destroy is good.

My Ad-aware has gone spastic on me.



WHY CAN'T I USE MY PHONE WHEN I'M ON BROADBAND????

The entire fucking point with broadband is that you're mean to be able to use your phone (well, that and the speed *g*) - but NOOOOOOOOO.

I can't use my phone. *boggles*

I shit you not, in the other office there is double adapter over double adapter, like 3 or 4 into one another (because there are a couple of fax machines, the broadband, the phone and the dial up connection) ... THAT fucking words.

Yet this one won't ... because of ONE double adapter.

Fucking ridiculous.

I am NOT spending untold $$$ (well, actually I was quoted $190) to get an extra hole in the fucking wall JUST for the computer.

I have ONE cigarette left until Wednesday.

I'm blathering like this NOW ... imagine what it's going to be like in a couple of days. *sniggers*

Incidentally, just to flog the fuck out of the dead horse, the reason that its such a pain in the arse not being able to use the phone when the broadband is working is because when I call customer service for help I'm not connected. They can't just jump in there and go zip zip zip OK, that's the boggle, do this that and the other - they have to guess. Then I have to hang up, go in the kitchen, connect the broadband line, come back in here, do the stuff, see if it works, go back in the kitchen, re-connect the phone, ring them back, tell them ... blah blah blah.

VERY FUCKING ANNOYING.



OK, I'm done now.




This just in ... dear spell checker. The word is ARSE. As in: An ARSE. Not Ass ... that would be a DONKEY. I'm talking about a posterior.

Fuck you very muchly.

Indis has come back ... to post another boring and useless entry.

Meh.



Hehe. I'm listening to Devon (D-VON DAMMIT!) on BTR (http://www.betweentheropes.com/) ... interesting stuff, right there.


So yeah ... Saturday night. The primary school reunion ... good night indeed. It went really well. No-one actually really SAT, which is great, because they were too busy standing in the middle of the room and gasbagging.

Yay.

We'll probably do another one in 4 years when they take the time capsule out of the wall at the school.

Funny stuff though. All of Saturday, Rosslyn was STRESSED as all get out and I was all "don't stress, it'll be great, deep breaths matey".

Until 6.01pm, when the first people arrived.

Rosslyn relaxed and was all "WooHoo".

Me??

STRESS STRESS STRESS HOLY SHIT - PEOPLE! SOMEONE SAVE ME!

*sniggers*


It's probably good that it worked out that way, because I'm sure that if we'd been stressed at the same time it would have been a mad house.

Photo's should be coming through shortly, hopefully.



That'll do donkey.






That'll do.