Right. I'm here. And what a busy bee I've been.
Now in reference to the post/s below, I regret to inform you I'm still walking around with my head in the clouds and am yet to come down to earth. Now thats all Im saying on that matter, for fear someone really will resort to throwing sharp objects at my forehead just to bring me back and make me talk sense again.
Im just a big walking happy face really, with the nice boy who I had reffered to previously continueing to earn points at a rate of knots and I hereby admit I'm pretty dam smitten.
Cue big smiles and the cutesy music. (and various friends throwing fluffy bears at me in frustration)
Moving along (I'd happily talk about it all day but Im sure I'm beginning to bore everyone with my "who knew it could be this good" stories) I'm still being held hostage at work for any one that cares. I say held hostage as I'm pretty sure if one of you fronted up with a truck load of cash to release me from their clutches, Id be a free women. Until such times, I continue to feel like I live here. For the record, its Sunday, and I was here yesterday, and Im here each day this week. Do you see a pattern forming?
A really, really boring pattern. Thank you God for crazy co-workers who help keep me sane. (funny how I need crazy to keep me sane, maybe I should blog about that? Or see a Dr about that?)
If this living at work doesnt pay off soon Im really going to re-think the whole thing.....Or demand pay by the hour wages. (actually I could probably retire at the end of the week if that were the case)
Not much else to report though, without gushing about very nice boys and very happy girls. Poodle needs a haircut desperatly though, should anyone be wondering. (wait wait wait........can you at least let me add that I really trust Poodles charachter judgement, she rarely gets it wrong......and she is quite taken with nice boy. Surely this is a sign???)
I know, its probably just a sign I have a friendly dog......but still.
Due to circumstance beyong my control, you'll be pleased to know Im really broke this week (oh wait, I say that every week). Being broke means I resort to drinking cheap champagne with the poodle whilst thinking up some really random waffle to the computer. This has a 99.9% chance of happening this evening, so should have a post (that doesnt involve either poodles or nice boys who send roses) mentioned in it at all. (i just heard a collective sigh of relief)
At this stage Im not sure what will pop into my mind to write about (brain currenly being filled with visions of baked camembert - and even Im going to struggle to collate an entire post dedicated to cheese) so you'll have to be on standby for the next mind blowing post.
Until then......I better get back to work and continue the game of sitting looking important on my laptop on the corner here.
Stay safe all........(please send camembert or cash)
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Showing posts with label Not Sure if its funny or serious. Show all posts
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
Better Than Champagne
If I could bottle it I would.
I’m giddy and giggly and in danger of falling. (And I haven’t even been drinking!) It’s better than the best champagne money could buy (not that I know a lot about the expensive bubbles) and requires no marketing gimmicks.
I’m officially smitten.
All weekend I was thinking it couldn’t actually get any better.....and yet it somehow keeps improving.
I’m about to become a walking talking cliché so I’m going to stop right here. All I have to say is this:
I’m giddy and giggly and in danger of falling. (And I haven’t even been drinking!) It’s better than the best champagne money could buy (not that I know a lot about the expensive bubbles) and requires no marketing gimmicks.
I’m officially smitten.
All weekend I was thinking it couldn’t actually get any better.....and yet it somehow keeps improving.
I’m about to become a walking talking cliché so I’m going to stop right here. All I have to say is this:
Um....Keith who????
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
THUD
Hear that?
That was me just falling off my chair in shock.
I have no time to write, especially now I have stopped working to smile goofily at some red roses sitting on the desk.
Someone throw a fluffy teddy bear at me please.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Valentines Day - Someone Stop It!
I’m still too busy trapped within the gates of hell (aka the office) to write lately. I do indeed to rectify this issue soon (such as, say….actually write something).
I did have to jump on quickly to say two things though. One of them is a big shout out to Whirly, Whirly being a bloke I have mentioned before here who I’ve never actually met, but who I class as a mate anyway. (and who I like to think will have a cold beer waiting for me on my arrival to the NT next time I head that way) Whirly once again made me smile with the wrap he gave my blog. I’m dipping my hat to you my friend! Thank you sincerely, and I really hope you continue to tune in. (providing I do something like say….write. Really must, must rectify my lack of time issue at the moment)
The other thing Id like to say is the big V Day is bearing down on us. (wait, can I rephrase that? 'bearing down' just gives me visions of……..well never mind) So the Big V Day is coming.
I want it stopped.
Like now.
Myself and the Big V do not mix. We haven’t mixed for about oh say…. four years now.
One part of me does almost enjoy however watching princes types throw a tanty when their man doesn’t send a big enough / flash enough / wrong number of roses etc flower arrangement. The best year was when a co-worker got the shits when her man sent her flowers to the house. Apparently this looses its effect…. Cause clearly, its not about love, its about making sure everyone knows you got something.
As I’m expecting nothing I therefore am never disappointed…..just as well as its been some four years since any form of happy V day message arrived for me.
None the less, as the whole day tends to disappoint me (at everyone else’s behaviour and expectation I mean – girls you have a man you apparently ‘love’, be happy…even if he doesn’t send you a bunch of overpriced flowers) For this reason I would like the Big V stopped.
STOPPED RIGHT NOW.
I’m still recovering from last years (when I actually bought someone a card, only to discover he had planned to go out for drink and dinner that night……..just not with me, with another girl)
So move over V Day. Here’s to “I don’t need a significant other cause I’m significant enough myself day”
Bring it on.
I did have to jump on quickly to say two things though. One of them is a big shout out to Whirly, Whirly being a bloke I have mentioned before here who I’ve never actually met, but who I class as a mate anyway. (and who I like to think will have a cold beer waiting for me on my arrival to the NT next time I head that way) Whirly once again made me smile with the wrap he gave my blog. I’m dipping my hat to you my friend! Thank you sincerely, and I really hope you continue to tune in. (providing I do something like say….write. Really must, must rectify my lack of time issue at the moment)
The other thing Id like to say is the big V Day is bearing down on us. (wait, can I rephrase that? 'bearing down' just gives me visions of……..well never mind) So the Big V Day is coming.
I want it stopped.
Like now.
Myself and the Big V do not mix. We haven’t mixed for about oh say…. four years now.
One part of me does almost enjoy however watching princes types throw a tanty when their man doesn’t send a big enough / flash enough / wrong number of roses etc flower arrangement. The best year was when a co-worker got the shits when her man sent her flowers to the house. Apparently this looses its effect…. Cause clearly, its not about love, its about making sure everyone knows you got something.
As I’m expecting nothing I therefore am never disappointed…..just as well as its been some four years since any form of happy V day message arrived for me.
None the less, as the whole day tends to disappoint me (at everyone else’s behaviour and expectation I mean – girls you have a man you apparently ‘love’, be happy…even if he doesn’t send you a bunch of overpriced flowers) For this reason I would like the Big V stopped.
STOPPED RIGHT NOW.
I’m still recovering from last years (when I actually bought someone a card, only to discover he had planned to go out for drink and dinner that night……..just not with me, with another girl)
So move over V Day. Here’s to “I don’t need a significant other cause I’m significant enough myself day”
Bring it on.
(or alternatively, I hope the nice boy I’m currently communicating with sends a cute text message at least – especially if I get enough courage to send one to him)
Sunday, February 3, 2008
I'm On My Way...
I'm on my way, from misery to happiness today uggh huh, uggh huh..... *insert rest of bad cheesy song here*
Truth be told, I don't actually know the rest of the song, just that one line. But I am on my way to another post, at least just as soon as work eases up to let me do it. I've been sidetracked by a brief visit to hell (AKA work) and a requirement to be here seven days a week. Might add as a holiday destination, hell is really not up to scratch, seven days in North QLD would have been the preffered option. As for work, Im ready to tell them to kiss my fine ass.
Really, free access to the internet just isn't enough, I demand delegated work time to post entries and write as well dam it! *stomps fists on desk*.
Also, due to the fact I started detoxing this morning and have had no caffeine since last night, I do warn you that I might be a little antsy and on edge. (close to ripping everyones heads off and stuffing them down their throats in other words)
So I'm on my way........to what I don't know yet. A post of some description, Im aiming for funny.........but it might be a lot to ask of a girl in caffeine withdrawal.
In other news, perusing my star signs yesterday I discovered that three days ago was apparently my standout day of the year. What the?! Why the frig no one bought that to my attention before the actual event is beyond me. So if three days ago was the highlight of my year - might add it was a ten hour day at work filled with stress, hair pulling and possibly the odd tear - well if thats the best day of the year I'll, I'll, I'll...demand a new bloody horoscope.
Scorpio gets the good stuff, might become one of those.
Must run, hell (AKA work) calls.........till later my friends, I'll contact you once Im realised from the burning fires....
Truth be told, I don't actually know the rest of the song, just that one line. But I am on my way to another post, at least just as soon as work eases up to let me do it. I've been sidetracked by a brief visit to hell (AKA work) and a requirement to be here seven days a week. Might add as a holiday destination, hell is really not up to scratch, seven days in North QLD would have been the preffered option. As for work, Im ready to tell them to kiss my fine ass.
Really, free access to the internet just isn't enough, I demand delegated work time to post entries and write as well dam it! *stomps fists on desk*.
Also, due to the fact I started detoxing this morning and have had no caffeine since last night, I do warn you that I might be a little antsy and on edge. (close to ripping everyones heads off and stuffing them down their throats in other words)
So I'm on my way........to what I don't know yet. A post of some description, Im aiming for funny.........but it might be a lot to ask of a girl in caffeine withdrawal.
In other news, perusing my star signs yesterday I discovered that three days ago was apparently my standout day of the year. What the?! Why the frig no one bought that to my attention before the actual event is beyond me. So if three days ago was the highlight of my year - might add it was a ten hour day at work filled with stress, hair pulling and possibly the odd tear - well if thats the best day of the year I'll, I'll, I'll...demand a new bloody horoscope.
Scorpio gets the good stuff, might become one of those.
Must run, hell (AKA work) calls.........till later my friends, I'll contact you once Im realised from the burning fires....
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
It's All About Me
Okay folks, be thankful I didn’t end up posting following the cranky pants episode below. I did consider it, but everything came out so bloody angry sounding I couldn’t do it to you all (okay, all ten of my faithful followers – the cheque is in the mail by the way).
Because my brain is temporarily down (actually I’m trying to watch Americas Next Top Model as I type) I’d thought I’d fall back on the old “ALL ABOUT ME” list.
I’m actually excited to get started on it, because well, because it’s all about me (and don’t I love that).
A good friend of mine had posted a list (all about her of course, though I wish that one was all about me too...boom boom) on her blog last year, and I found it intriguing. I probably found out more about her in that one list than I had in the five years or so I have known her. I giggled at some, nodded my head in agreement at some, and was astounded at some (I can’t believe for instance, that TomKat don’t bother her. Because Tom Cruise really does seriously bother myself)
So I give you to…..the list of me. (I’m going to limit it here to 100, because I could waffle on about myself all day if no one steps in and puts a halt to it)
1. I have been a member of every local library wherever I have lived. Due to moving frequently over the years, I now harbor a number of stolen library books as a result
2. When I was younger I used to have the nickname Olive Oil (think Popeye) due to being so skinny
3.Whenever I say my middle name, I get visions of Mr Squiggle in my head. (Miss Jane Miss Jane)
4. I have watched the movie In Her Shoes about 18 times now, and still cry each time
5.My most treasured possession is a gold plated horseshoe from my favourite mare I lost years ago
6.I’m a lapsed Catholic (or more like col-lapsed) but still believe in God and often pray
7.When I pray I hold nans rosary beads, like its some sort of direct line to heaven
8. I love music and generally go to sleep listening to it every night
9. I have two tattoos and four body piercings (six if you count the ears I guess)
10. I like the fact I look like I wouldn’t have any of the above
11. I have an ex boyfriend I call Donkey, from the Shrek Movie
12. He thinks this is a term of endearment.
13. It isn’t
14. I have been a bridesmaid five times
15. I found the last time the hardest day of my life, and I don’t know if all the words in the dictionary could ever help me explain why
16. I once tried to sponsor a child, but gave up when I learnt I couldn’t sponsor an aboriginal child
17. Clearly, I believe charity begins at home
18. Sometimes I like to antagonize mothers in the grocery line by deliberately not smiling at their children
19. Occasionally the cute ones almost make me cave in
20. Despite this, I still don’t want children on my own
21. I know I’m thought of as selfish because of this by some
22. My expectations of people are high, and I am frequently disappointed by them as a result
23. I often describe myself as a ‘free range’ dancer
24. If I ever find a man I’m happy to dance with, I think he will be the one for me
25. I have a secret love of Iris DeMents music, even if others describe her as Iris De-mented
26. I tend to be very black and white, I love or I hate, I’m down or I’m up and I have very little grey area
27. I hate to cry in public, and just hate to cry. For years my family referred to me as hard hearted Hannah because of it
28. I love to watch bad reality TV
29. I love Patsy Cline music and always request “Crazy”, even from bands or singers who will clearly have no idea what I’m talking about
30.Horses comfort me. There is something about their smell and presence I think is good for my soul
31. I’m a believer in fate. And think everything happens for a reason.
32. I have learnt something from every cracked or broken heart...except one
33. I have been described as quirky and interesting
34. I sometimes fear this is a nicer way of saying kooky and strange
35. My favorite ice cream is rum and raison
36. I only discovered in the last two years that I love olives
37. I once took fourteen mysendol in one night
38. I’m now immensely glad I woke up
39. I’m not sure I wanted to at the time
40. I’m the neatest person I know and could no more go to work with the bed unmade or the dishes undone anymore than I could fly to the moon
41. Even if the moon was a viable holiday option I still wouldn’t go there
42. Flying scares me, not the crashing. Just the fact I’m not on heaven or not on earth, I feel like I’m floating around the atmosphere and that unhinges me
43. I love summer and the heat and hate winter.
44. No I mean I really, really hate winter!
45. I prefer fords over holdens (hands down)
46. I’m possibly the worlds worst guitar player
47. I’m eternally disappointed music doesn’t come naturally to me
48. I think love makes the world go around. All kinds though, not just the romantic type
49. I don’t believe in ‘The One’
50. It would take more than this one entry to explain my reasoning behind the above though
51. I do however believe in soul mates
52. I think we get more than one soul mate, and they can come in all different forms
53. Animals rock my world and I love to have them around me
54. There may well be one thing I will die wondering about
55.I don’t believe in regrets, cause I think everything we do shapes us somehow and makes us who we are
56. I don’t like Nicole Kidman, and will never refer to her as “Our Nic”
57. I would like to point out I disliked her before she hooked up with Keith
58.Its true I will never forgive her for that, even if I never had a chance with him myself
59. My wrists are my favorite body part
60. Okay I lied, my boobs are. I think they are fine, so do others, what can I say
61. I really do like my wrists though. And my little feet
62. Unless it happened when I was a kid and I don’t recall it, I’ve never had short hair
63. I had a small freak out last year when I had a hair cut whilst drunk and realized the next day that it was above my bra strap
64. It was the first time in years it wasn’t long enough to cover my nipples when naked
65. I’m laughing at the fact my brother will be cringing when he reads the above
66. I am glad to report my hair is now once again long enough for nipple coverage
67. When I swim in the ocean I don’t like my feet touching the bottom
68. My hair is naturally ringlet type curls and I often wonder how I used to function without the hair straightener
69. I’m still scared of the dark and can’t be in complete darkness
70. I think men should have short hair and women should have long hair
71. I do find myself making exceptions for the odd offbeat dreadlocked type though
72. I find something attractive about a free spirited man with bongo drums, and a hot pair of arms to go with it
73. Daisies have been and probably always will be my favourite flower
74. I eat a lot of meat, and believe I could never be a vegetarian
75. I love reading trashy Jilly Cooper novels, especially the horsey ones
76. Little Women however is my favourite book ever
77. When I read it now I feel like I am twelve and reading it for the first time again
78. I re-write it my head these days and always have Jo and Laurie together, and firmly believe this would be a better ending
79. I believe I know the cure to hiccups
80. I love evaporated milk on my porridge in winter
81. If I had to choose anyone in the world to look like, it would be Megan Gale
82. Sometimes I feel like my nan is still around me
83. The thought comforts me
84. I’ve never smoked a cigarette
85. I still haven’t seen the Shrek Movie, only parts of it
86. I only ever paint my toenails and very rarely my fingernails
87. I prefer lipgloss over lipstick
88. I tape the CMC top 30 countdown every week
89. I dream at least twice a month my teeth are falling out
90. Dreams about snakes also frequent my sleep, they are generally large pythons hanging off me with their mouths around my feet
91. I will be embarrassed if a dream analyst finds this and tells me it represents lack of sex or something
92. Refer to above – it bloody well could be
93. I want to travel to Mexico one day, to drink tequila in the sand
94. Its important to me I see Australia first though
95. Even though I have held a licence, held down a mortgage and held down a job consistently for years, I still can’t quite believe I’m a grown up
96. I sing loudly and badly when I drive
97. I have 56 pairs of knickers and think it’s a fetish of mine
98. I’m a consistent reader of my horoscope and think I’m a typical cancerian
99. I cant believe I got to number 99 on the list and still have a stack of things I could add
100.I love to have a drink (Bet you didn’t guess that one!)
So there you go. Some tit bits (yet again, I query who penned that phrase... What the hell is a bit of a tit when it’s at home?) about yours truly to ponder over. Who knows what you are thinking, and what your impressions of me now are? I’m pretty stoked to have a legitimate hundred reasons to talk about myself though.
PS number 92 is sadly true, although at least I have now rectified the “oh my goodness I haven’t slept with someone all year situation” which I seem to do the first half of every new year (I believe men have this thought within the first hour of every new year) There are times when I am truly thankful I am on a friends with benefit deal with an ex who is normally half of Australia away and just happened to be on a visit. (Although I prefer to think of it as a random act of kindness)
Once again, apologies to my brother, maybe one of his co-workers can warn him not to not read the last paragraph :-)
Because my brain is temporarily down (actually I’m trying to watch Americas Next Top Model as I type) I’d thought I’d fall back on the old “ALL ABOUT ME” list.
I’m actually excited to get started on it, because well, because it’s all about me (and don’t I love that).
A good friend of mine had posted a list (all about her of course, though I wish that one was all about me too...boom boom) on her blog last year, and I found it intriguing. I probably found out more about her in that one list than I had in the five years or so I have known her. I giggled at some, nodded my head in agreement at some, and was astounded at some (I can’t believe for instance, that TomKat don’t bother her. Because Tom Cruise really does seriously bother myself)
So I give you to…..the list of me. (I’m going to limit it here to 100, because I could waffle on about myself all day if no one steps in and puts a halt to it)
1. I have been a member of every local library wherever I have lived. Due to moving frequently over the years, I now harbor a number of stolen library books as a result
2. When I was younger I used to have the nickname Olive Oil (think Popeye) due to being so skinny
3.Whenever I say my middle name, I get visions of Mr Squiggle in my head. (Miss Jane Miss Jane)
4. I have watched the movie In Her Shoes about 18 times now, and still cry each time
5.My most treasured possession is a gold plated horseshoe from my favourite mare I lost years ago
6.I’m a lapsed Catholic (or more like col-lapsed) but still believe in God and often pray
7.When I pray I hold nans rosary beads, like its some sort of direct line to heaven
8. I love music and generally go to sleep listening to it every night
9. I have two tattoos and four body piercings (six if you count the ears I guess)
10. I like the fact I look like I wouldn’t have any of the above
11. I have an ex boyfriend I call Donkey, from the Shrek Movie
12. He thinks this is a term of endearment.
13. It isn’t
14. I have been a bridesmaid five times
15. I found the last time the hardest day of my life, and I don’t know if all the words in the dictionary could ever help me explain why
16. I once tried to sponsor a child, but gave up when I learnt I couldn’t sponsor an aboriginal child
17. Clearly, I believe charity begins at home
18. Sometimes I like to antagonize mothers in the grocery line by deliberately not smiling at their children
19. Occasionally the cute ones almost make me cave in
20. Despite this, I still don’t want children on my own
21. I know I’m thought of as selfish because of this by some
22. My expectations of people are high, and I am frequently disappointed by them as a result
23. I often describe myself as a ‘free range’ dancer
24. If I ever find a man I’m happy to dance with, I think he will be the one for me
25. I have a secret love of Iris DeMents music, even if others describe her as Iris De-mented
26. I tend to be very black and white, I love or I hate, I’m down or I’m up and I have very little grey area
27. I hate to cry in public, and just hate to cry. For years my family referred to me as hard hearted Hannah because of it
28. I love to watch bad reality TV
29. I love Patsy Cline music and always request “Crazy”, even from bands or singers who will clearly have no idea what I’m talking about
30.Horses comfort me. There is something about their smell and presence I think is good for my soul
31. I’m a believer in fate. And think everything happens for a reason.
32. I have learnt something from every cracked or broken heart...except one
33. I have been described as quirky and interesting
34. I sometimes fear this is a nicer way of saying kooky and strange
35. My favorite ice cream is rum and raison
36. I only discovered in the last two years that I love olives
37. I once took fourteen mysendol in one night
38. I’m now immensely glad I woke up
39. I’m not sure I wanted to at the time
40. I’m the neatest person I know and could no more go to work with the bed unmade or the dishes undone anymore than I could fly to the moon
41. Even if the moon was a viable holiday option I still wouldn’t go there
42. Flying scares me, not the crashing. Just the fact I’m not on heaven or not on earth, I feel like I’m floating around the atmosphere and that unhinges me
43. I love summer and the heat and hate winter.
44. No I mean I really, really hate winter!
45. I prefer fords over holdens (hands down)
46. I’m possibly the worlds worst guitar player
47. I’m eternally disappointed music doesn’t come naturally to me
48. I think love makes the world go around. All kinds though, not just the romantic type
49. I don’t believe in ‘The One’
50. It would take more than this one entry to explain my reasoning behind the above though
51. I do however believe in soul mates
52. I think we get more than one soul mate, and they can come in all different forms
53. Animals rock my world and I love to have them around me
54. There may well be one thing I will die wondering about
55.I don’t believe in regrets, cause I think everything we do shapes us somehow and makes us who we are
56. I don’t like Nicole Kidman, and will never refer to her as “Our Nic”
57. I would like to point out I disliked her before she hooked up with Keith
58.Its true I will never forgive her for that, even if I never had a chance with him myself
59. My wrists are my favorite body part
60. Okay I lied, my boobs are. I think they are fine, so do others, what can I say
61. I really do like my wrists though. And my little feet
62. Unless it happened when I was a kid and I don’t recall it, I’ve never had short hair
63. I had a small freak out last year when I had a hair cut whilst drunk and realized the next day that it was above my bra strap
64. It was the first time in years it wasn’t long enough to cover my nipples when naked
65. I’m laughing at the fact my brother will be cringing when he reads the above
66. I am glad to report my hair is now once again long enough for nipple coverage
67. When I swim in the ocean I don’t like my feet touching the bottom
68. My hair is naturally ringlet type curls and I often wonder how I used to function without the hair straightener
69. I’m still scared of the dark and can’t be in complete darkness
70. I think men should have short hair and women should have long hair
71. I do find myself making exceptions for the odd offbeat dreadlocked type though
72. I find something attractive about a free spirited man with bongo drums, and a hot pair of arms to go with it
73. Daisies have been and probably always will be my favourite flower
74. I eat a lot of meat, and believe I could never be a vegetarian
75. I love reading trashy Jilly Cooper novels, especially the horsey ones
76. Little Women however is my favourite book ever
77. When I read it now I feel like I am twelve and reading it for the first time again
78. I re-write it my head these days and always have Jo and Laurie together, and firmly believe this would be a better ending
79. I believe I know the cure to hiccups
80. I love evaporated milk on my porridge in winter
81. If I had to choose anyone in the world to look like, it would be Megan Gale
82. Sometimes I feel like my nan is still around me
83. The thought comforts me
84. I’ve never smoked a cigarette
85. I still haven’t seen the Shrek Movie, only parts of it
86. I only ever paint my toenails and very rarely my fingernails
87. I prefer lipgloss over lipstick
88. I tape the CMC top 30 countdown every week
89. I dream at least twice a month my teeth are falling out
90. Dreams about snakes also frequent my sleep, they are generally large pythons hanging off me with their mouths around my feet
91. I will be embarrassed if a dream analyst finds this and tells me it represents lack of sex or something
92. Refer to above – it bloody well could be
93. I want to travel to Mexico one day, to drink tequila in the sand
94. Its important to me I see Australia first though
95. Even though I have held a licence, held down a mortgage and held down a job consistently for years, I still can’t quite believe I’m a grown up
96. I sing loudly and badly when I drive
97. I have 56 pairs of knickers and think it’s a fetish of mine
98. I’m a consistent reader of my horoscope and think I’m a typical cancerian
99. I cant believe I got to number 99 on the list and still have a stack of things I could add
100.I love to have a drink (Bet you didn’t guess that one!)
So there you go. Some tit bits (yet again, I query who penned that phrase... What the hell is a bit of a tit when it’s at home?) about yours truly to ponder over. Who knows what you are thinking, and what your impressions of me now are? I’m pretty stoked to have a legitimate hundred reasons to talk about myself though.
PS number 92 is sadly true, although at least I have now rectified the “oh my goodness I haven’t slept with someone all year situation” which I seem to do the first half of every new year (I believe men have this thought within the first hour of every new year) There are times when I am truly thankful I am on a friends with benefit deal with an ex who is normally half of Australia away and just happened to be on a visit. (Although I prefer to think of it as a random act of kindness)
Once again, apologies to my brother, maybe one of his co-workers can warn him not to not read the last paragraph :-)
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Roll On, Roll On...
At the risk of sounding like a broken record (or should that be broken MP3 these days?) I'm crook again and have as a result been unable to post.
Lets try that again.........I have been really, really crook!!! Sympathy please!!!!! After much to-ing and fro-ing from Doctors and a fortune spent on ear drops, throat lozengers, antibitoics and painkillers, I am now happy to announce I am on the road to recovery. (we think anyway)
All that excitement recently regarding being in the big smoke for the week, and I got so sick I barely glanced sideways at the shops (oh alright, I did manage to drag self to Krispy Kremes a couple of times before I really went downhill). I'm still deaf in one ear though, which is only enhancing my singing ability I believe.
I must rush though, as I really hate these boring, empty posts of me complaining of being ill, of which there have been too many lately.
Heres to a healthy 2008!!! See you tommorow in the meantime :-)
Lets try that again.........I have been really, really crook!!! Sympathy please!!!!! After much to-ing and fro-ing from Doctors and a fortune spent on ear drops, throat lozengers, antibitoics and painkillers, I am now happy to announce I am on the road to recovery. (we think anyway)
All that excitement recently regarding being in the big smoke for the week, and I got so sick I barely glanced sideways at the shops (oh alright, I did manage to drag self to Krispy Kremes a couple of times before I really went downhill). I'm still deaf in one ear though, which is only enhancing my singing ability I believe.
I must rush though, as I really hate these boring, empty posts of me complaining of being ill, of which there have been too many lately.
Heres to a healthy 2008!!! See you tommorow in the meantime :-)
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Cue Violins.......
If you can please get out your violins for me it would be most appreciated. I've been strangely quite this week (there's something we don't see often) due to being sick AGAIN.
Im currently laying low (or more like lolling on the lounge and watching quality tv including the likes of Naked Wild On on E! Channel. (I particuarly love the exclamation mark on E! Channel by the way) with a middle ear infection. How I got it is beyond me, as earlier in the week I had tonsilitis coming on (possibly due to things involving candles and two ends) promptly went the Dr (hoping to nip it in the bud) and took double the prescribed amount of antibitoics for two days. Tonsils have gone down (hooray) but my ear drum is apparently the colour of a tomato. (or Sheila my garden gnomes hat). So I'm a sad and miserable site at the moment, can barely hear a thing and my entire head echos each time I try to talk. (co-workers are probably enjoying this, as its really kept me quiet for once)
Even more alarming is the fact I just knocked back the 5pm offer of a glass of bubbly. Crikey! I am crook!!!!!!
As Im in pain, on both pain killers, antibiotic tablets and antibitoical ear drops and feeling more than a little fragile, I daren't have a drink this evening (oh alright, not in public anyway) for fear of turning into a sniffling sorry mess full of 'woe is me'. (I'll save that for later and no doubt tell you about it tommorow).
So here is a quick post for those wondering where the hell the crazy chick has gotten too for the last few days. (pretty sure some were beginning to think the christmas party was going to knock me out till next year - but can't keep a good women down obviously)
Anyway folks.........must run. Time for me to depart work (I had missed enough and thought I better make an appearance today to check my position was still open) and head back to prime viewing position on the lounge. I note with excitement the new series of Americas Next Top Model has also begun, so must watch the recording of it tonight and give you all a recap on the moles this year. And of course Tyras outfits.
I'll leave you wating, breathless with anticipation........
Im currently laying low (or more like lolling on the lounge and watching quality tv including the likes of Naked Wild On on E! Channel. (I particuarly love the exclamation mark on E! Channel by the way) with a middle ear infection. How I got it is beyond me, as earlier in the week I had tonsilitis coming on (possibly due to things involving candles and two ends) promptly went the Dr (hoping to nip it in the bud) and took double the prescribed amount of antibitoics for two days. Tonsils have gone down (hooray) but my ear drum is apparently the colour of a tomato. (or Sheila my garden gnomes hat). So I'm a sad and miserable site at the moment, can barely hear a thing and my entire head echos each time I try to talk. (co-workers are probably enjoying this, as its really kept me quiet for once)
Even more alarming is the fact I just knocked back the 5pm offer of a glass of bubbly. Crikey! I am crook!!!!!!
As Im in pain, on both pain killers, antibiotic tablets and antibitoical ear drops and feeling more than a little fragile, I daren't have a drink this evening (oh alright, not in public anyway) for fear of turning into a sniffling sorry mess full of 'woe is me'. (I'll save that for later and no doubt tell you about it tommorow).
So here is a quick post for those wondering where the hell the crazy chick has gotten too for the last few days. (pretty sure some were beginning to think the christmas party was going to knock me out till next year - but can't keep a good women down obviously)
Anyway folks.........must run. Time for me to depart work (I had missed enough and thought I better make an appearance today to check my position was still open) and head back to prime viewing position on the lounge. I note with excitement the new series of Americas Next Top Model has also begun, so must watch the recording of it tonight and give you all a recap on the moles this year. And of course Tyras outfits.
I'll leave you wating, breathless with anticipation........
Friday, November 16, 2007
The One about My Brother
I promised my brother that I would give him a shout out soon, seeing as our sister, nephews and nieces have all scored a mention. So here it is, the post dedicated to.......My Big Brother Ted.
Now I have referred to my big brother as ‘Brother Ted’ for as long as I can remember. Whilst he doesn’t resemble a teddy bear (his limbs are far too long) like say, maybe Paddington Bear, he is a very friendly fellow. (actually I can’t recall if Paddington was friendly, I just had no other bears come to mind except for that rather startled looking one on Play School, and the Play School version bear I’ve never actually heard utter a word– therefore that bear surely does not resemble my sibling) He is also a much snappier dresser than Humphrey too come to think of it, Humphrey being another of your silent types, again, not bearing any resemblance to big brother in that department.
Brother Ted I often think of as a male version of myself, in that we are both tall, good looking and fabulous. We also obviously talk ourself up a lot to hide any insecurities and if in doubt we make a joke. And for the most part, that gets us by. We really are very similar, apart from the obvious fact he is male and that he would rather put hot pokers through his eyes than listen to my choice of music. We both share an amazing ability to drink, (what’s amazing about it is that we have both been honing our drinking skills for years and still can’t hold it very well), an inability to have more than $10 to our name more than 24 hours following pay day, as well as a love of the written word (or a love of our own drunken ramblings and voice)
The big T is going to be super chuffed to find this post I know, because we also love anything that is all about us. (our theory being that as we don’t currently have partners we must therefore make ourself the most important person in our world. Actually...even with partners we find ways to validate this point, as we both feature a remarkable skill in being able to talk our way out of anything)
I have watched Brother Ted entertain us with stories numerous times and been taken aback by the similarity of the expressions we carry on our faces and our hand movements as we try to relive the tale to our listeners (in other words, we wave our arms around a lot as we shout and we look funny) I feel like he has stolen my look, only to remember he is older than me so maybe it was the other way round. Subconsciously growing up I think I watched and somehow absorbed the same mannerisms as he.
We also both resemble windmills when we dance, and are generally the first ones on the floor intent on showing off our moves. (In other words we are quite shameless, and due to long limbs tend to take up the majority of the floor whilst we swing the said limbs around in wild abandon)
We both sing loudly (it all about projection remember) and rather badly, and we both refuse to shut up even when asked, begged or pleaded to by friends to be silent. We think we sound grand and maybe they are tone deaf, and as it’s all about us.....we just keep right on belting out the tunes.
Brother Ted lives in Sydney and leads what appears to be a fast exciting life however, whereas I live on the outskirts and break out into a sweat at the thought of traffic. He also parks a car with much more finesse than I do. (amusingly, at one stage I drove a thumping 5.4 litre V8 ute though and he drove a smart and spanky Golf Polo. This somehow fits us, but probably sounds wrong to the outside world). Brother Ted is also, like me, fanatically neat. I even once discovered his magazines on the coffee table were filed in date order. This still amazes me and I still tell people about it. (amazes me because I didn’t realize till that point there was someone else in the world even tidier than I was)
Apart from the many amusing traits of Brother Ted (including once managing to break his hand and wrist into approximately 856 pieces during a drunken game of backyard cricket) Brother Ted also plays an important role in bucking me up when I’m feeling down and making me look on the bright side of life (even if it means we have to laugh at his expense sometimes in the process) Brother Ted can pull the sun out for me when its raining to remind me what it looks like, and in short, Brother Ted makes a brilliant Pollyanna.
I hope he has enjoyed this ‘blob’ all about him, and I hope tonight this post finds him dancing somewhere with reckless glee, with his arms going everywhere, a drink in one hand and a cigarette in his other (with an innate ability to not spill a drop I might add) singing his head off loudly and badly with a smile as wide as the harbour bridge. For that vision right there folks…is my Brother Ted.
Now I have referred to my big brother as ‘Brother Ted’ for as long as I can remember. Whilst he doesn’t resemble a teddy bear (his limbs are far too long) like say, maybe Paddington Bear, he is a very friendly fellow. (actually I can’t recall if Paddington was friendly, I just had no other bears come to mind except for that rather startled looking one on Play School, and the Play School version bear I’ve never actually heard utter a word– therefore that bear surely does not resemble my sibling) He is also a much snappier dresser than Humphrey too come to think of it, Humphrey being another of your silent types, again, not bearing any resemblance to big brother in that department.
Brother Ted I often think of as a male version of myself, in that we are both tall, good looking and fabulous. We also obviously talk ourself up a lot to hide any insecurities and if in doubt we make a joke. And for the most part, that gets us by. We really are very similar, apart from the obvious fact he is male and that he would rather put hot pokers through his eyes than listen to my choice of music. We both share an amazing ability to drink, (what’s amazing about it is that we have both been honing our drinking skills for years and still can’t hold it very well), an inability to have more than $10 to our name more than 24 hours following pay day, as well as a love of the written word (or a love of our own drunken ramblings and voice)
The big T is going to be super chuffed to find this post I know, because we also love anything that is all about us. (our theory being that as we don’t currently have partners we must therefore make ourself the most important person in our world. Actually...even with partners we find ways to validate this point, as we both feature a remarkable skill in being able to talk our way out of anything)
I have watched Brother Ted entertain us with stories numerous times and been taken aback by the similarity of the expressions we carry on our faces and our hand movements as we try to relive the tale to our listeners (in other words, we wave our arms around a lot as we shout and we look funny) I feel like he has stolen my look, only to remember he is older than me so maybe it was the other way round. Subconsciously growing up I think I watched and somehow absorbed the same mannerisms as he.
We also both resemble windmills when we dance, and are generally the first ones on the floor intent on showing off our moves. (In other words we are quite shameless, and due to long limbs tend to take up the majority of the floor whilst we swing the said limbs around in wild abandon)
We both sing loudly (it all about projection remember) and rather badly, and we both refuse to shut up even when asked, begged or pleaded to by friends to be silent. We think we sound grand and maybe they are tone deaf, and as it’s all about us.....we just keep right on belting out the tunes.
Brother Ted lives in Sydney and leads what appears to be a fast exciting life however, whereas I live on the outskirts and break out into a sweat at the thought of traffic. He also parks a car with much more finesse than I do. (amusingly, at one stage I drove a thumping 5.4 litre V8 ute though and he drove a smart and spanky Golf Polo. This somehow fits us, but probably sounds wrong to the outside world). Brother Ted is also, like me, fanatically neat. I even once discovered his magazines on the coffee table were filed in date order. This still amazes me and I still tell people about it. (amazes me because I didn’t realize till that point there was someone else in the world even tidier than I was)
Apart from the many amusing traits of Brother Ted (including once managing to break his hand and wrist into approximately 856 pieces during a drunken game of backyard cricket) Brother Ted also plays an important role in bucking me up when I’m feeling down and making me look on the bright side of life (even if it means we have to laugh at his expense sometimes in the process) Brother Ted can pull the sun out for me when its raining to remind me what it looks like, and in short, Brother Ted makes a brilliant Pollyanna.
I hope he has enjoyed this ‘blob’ all about him, and I hope tonight this post finds him dancing somewhere with reckless glee, with his arms going everywhere, a drink in one hand and a cigarette in his other (with an innate ability to not spill a drop I might add) singing his head off loudly and badly with a smile as wide as the harbour bridge. For that vision right there folks…is my Brother Ted.
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