Well.... we won no money :(
We didn't even make it onto the podium :(
That's the kind of luck we have.... we are doomed to earn money the long hard way - actually working for it! :(
So, unfortunately we came home empty handed... actually, no, that's not right. Chris did buy a t-shirt - so we did come out of it a whole $10 lighter! :(
On the other hand, we met a very nice Andrew O'Keefe. And Chris and I looked amazingly hot - as if we could look any other way :) Well... I looked amazingly hot, while Chris looked amazingly hot and overweight :p hehe
Yeah, that's about it... since we didn't get to go onto the podium, there's not really a lot to write about so that's about it for now....
Oh sorry, there is more... yesterday, my boss tendered his resignation! Now THAT was unexpected. Don't ask me what I do to them. In the past 5 years, I don't think I've had a single supervisor last more than 18 months. I'm a good worker! I'm nice! I work hard! Hmm... perhaps that's the reason? I'm too good at what I do, I do it so well that my boss no longer needs to be around?? hehehe, always look on the positive side of life.
Anyways, he'll be around until the end of the year then the start of next year is going to be an interesting start. No boss, future new boss, VSU - it's all gonna be fun and games I'm telling y'all. I'll be back at work for a week after the new year and then off I fly to my European Super Adventure for 5 weeks. So I really don't know what to expect.... hopefully they do not put me in under the supervision of this nasty senior manager - however, knowing my luck, that's exactly who I will be reporting to :( If that's the case, I will be the next person leaving this organisation.
Next issue, Christmas present shopping :( Oh dear, more dramas....
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Friday, November 24, 2006
Week of spending
Money money money, that's what it seems like I'm being made of this week!
I've finally found myself a pair of specs that I'm happy with, it's only taken more than a few years :) BUT it did cost a bomb :( Hopefully it will look like it was worth it when I get it tomorrow....
And then, I've had to pay for my airfares this week.... that's $2000... and my rego is due.... plus a few more bits and bills (includes buying Chris a new tyre of course), all up I'm about $4000 out of pocket these past 4 weeks... didn't help that I've also been lazy and haven't been bringing lunch, so have had to buy my lunches... and occasionally, also breakkie :p hehe Woah, must stop spending money before holiday! *sigh* very hard to do coming up to Christmas. Lots of Chrissy presents to buy... hopefully lots of Chrissy presents to receive in return (hehe, I've been a good girl this year!)
That's about all that's really happened, but then I figured, since I've really got not much to post this week, I'll show you one of my favourite artpieces at the moment.
It's called "Blutack Surfing Dude" (Artist: Anonymous - in case he doesn't want to be named) and it's on show right now on my office window so if you have time, do drop by for a visit. the Blutack art series does change regularly..... but this one is my favourite at the moment.
So anyways, apologies for boring post today, there's not much happening at the moment, weather's nice, everything is quiet. Boring old Melbourne.
I've finally found myself a pair of specs that I'm happy with, it's only taken more than a few years :) BUT it did cost a bomb :( Hopefully it will look like it was worth it when I get it tomorrow....
And then, I've had to pay for my airfares this week.... that's $2000... and my rego is due.... plus a few more bits and bills (includes buying Chris a new tyre of course), all up I'm about $4000 out of pocket these past 4 weeks... didn't help that I've also been lazy and haven't been bringing lunch, so have had to buy my lunches... and occasionally, also breakkie :p hehe Woah, must stop spending money before holiday! *sigh* very hard to do coming up to Christmas. Lots of Chrissy presents to buy... hopefully lots of Chrissy presents to receive in return (hehe, I've been a good girl this year!)
That's about all that's really happened, but then I figured, since I've really got not much to post this week, I'll show you one of my favourite artpieces at the moment.
It's called "Blutack Surfing Dude" (Artist: Anonymous - in case he doesn't want to be named) and it's on show right now on my office window so if you have time, do drop by for a visit. the Blutack art series does change regularly..... but this one is my favourite at the moment.
So anyways, apologies for boring post today, there's not much happening at the moment, weather's nice, everything is quiet. Boring old Melbourne.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
I had a bad day
This is me again. I think I should've written something about Chris and the supposedly amazing U2 concert on Sunday...... but, considering everybody and their dog has been talking non-stop about U2, Bono, Make Poverty History concert, U2 concert, how great Bono is, the so-damn-good -it's-unbelievable 'U-Jam' Keep on Rocking in the free world collaboration..... yeah, I think they don't need me to give them any more publicity. That and the fact that I wasn't actually there makes it difficult to write about....
So what can I write about? Well.... my bad day at work is a start, I was actually there! :) I don't know who would actually care about my bad day at work, even when I was telling Chris about it tonight he wasn't paying attention to me.
Anyways, it's my blog and I blog what I want to, so here goes....
It started off with getting stuck in traffic on Flinders St, which, considering the traffic the last few days, wasn't so bad today but still it made me late for work. Then, I head on to Elizabeth St, get on the tram and wait and wait and wait.... and the tram doesn't move. Why? I hear you ask.... Well, something about the tram's batteries.... yeah, it f**cked up or something. Great, I'm already late and this has to bloody happen to me. So off the tram I get, head upto to Swanston St to catch one of the other many trams that head to the University, and we get stuck behind a parallel parking BUS! Then, there are some fire trucks we had to give way to, so that's more lateness.
By the time I get to work it was nearly 9:30am. Not that anybody noticed.
And my office was SO DAMN HOT! Being 36 degrees yesterday and heating up to 36 again today didn't help things. My office is freezing cold in Winter and like an oven in Summer. Today, it was like an oven, even with the air-con on, my office is stuffy and hot. Very uncomfortable.
I think at one stage, I was on the verge of falling asleep (or dying... it's a fine line on a 36 degree day) but when I started to feel faint, I thought to myself, this is no good, I gotta get some fresh air. That's when Alex walks in to save my day, made me sit down in the lovely air-conditioned bit of the lounge. I felt a whole stack better by then, but I still felt like shit and was exhausted and felt a slight tinge of headache... I hate the heat, I don't take to heat very well. It makes me feel unwell.
Anyways, Alex convinced me to see this weird 'anti-psychiatry' thingy that's on in the building (it was like an exhibition, with posters and tv programs in a room)... apparently it's some sort of Scientology thing, perhaps they were recruiting? Whatever it was, it was weird, depressing, and they pretty much relate everything bad that happens to humans to the effects of psychiatry and using drugs they prescribe you. Hmm.... well, I don't know about that, I agree that medication is not always the answer, but I don't agree that it is the cause of all our pain in society - which is what I think they were trying to tell me. I saw a lobotomy being performed, and 'doctors' saying it didn't hurt the patient (yeah right!) and people poking humungous things into other people's eyes to heal them. Man, it was sick, it was all I could do not to scream out loud in that room. Seeing a lobotomoy performed didn't help me feel any better, my skin was getting all clammy and I really didn't feel well.
The people holding this 'anti-psychiatry' thingy were weird. They watch you watching the things, and since the things did not interest me, I moved on really quickly and they made me feel kind of guilty for not paying attention. And then, just when Alex and I were about to leave (cos it was home time ya know), this guy was about to block our path, perhaps to convince us to join their cult? Ooops, did I say cult? :) Well, smart thinking Alex, used his uniform to get us out quickly and safely without interruption. I hadn't seen such a big load of shite in a long time.
Lobotomy, not good. Perhaps these people had lobotomies? I know... I'm not really making much sense, but it's late you see, and I'm not well, so it's hard to make myself make sense at this time of night.
Bad day continues on my way home.... the following is the short version. Bus arrives late. Due to bad weather and feelings of unwellness, decided not to wait for the express (which probably arrived 2 mins later). Hot bus. Bad traffic on Flinders St. Packed out bus (probably cos it was late). Bus breaks down at awkward intersection in Port Melbourne. Engine revs but there is no movement. Red light. Moves about 1cm. Stops at red light. Bus refuses to move at green light. 15mins later, moves 1cm. Red light. Stops again. Green light, refuses to move. Repeat about 5 times. Big sigh by all on the bus. Lots of cars behind honking bus. Another bus behind us. Move to new bus, lose favourite seat. Get a seat next to 'biggish' woman. Don't care, got a seat, better than standing. Bad traffic on Williamstown Rd. Big sigh by me. Why is this happening to me on such a bad day!!!!??????!!!!
Finally get home at 7pm. Starving. Only leftovers to eat cos dad doesn't realise he no longer needs to cater to 20 people on a daily basis, it's usually just me, mum and Kent... mostly just me and mum eating at home. And we eat not much at all. Leftovers, hmm.... better than hunger I guess.
I'm feeling exhausted. Until my next episode....
So what can I write about? Well.... my bad day at work is a start, I was actually there! :) I don't know who would actually care about my bad day at work, even when I was telling Chris about it tonight he wasn't paying attention to me.
Anyways, it's my blog and I blog what I want to, so here goes....
It started off with getting stuck in traffic on Flinders St, which, considering the traffic the last few days, wasn't so bad today but still it made me late for work. Then, I head on to Elizabeth St, get on the tram and wait and wait and wait.... and the tram doesn't move. Why? I hear you ask.... Well, something about the tram's batteries.... yeah, it f**cked up or something. Great, I'm already late and this has to bloody happen to me. So off the tram I get, head upto to Swanston St to catch one of the other many trams that head to the University, and we get stuck behind a parallel parking BUS! Then, there are some fire trucks we had to give way to, so that's more lateness.
By the time I get to work it was nearly 9:30am. Not that anybody noticed.
And my office was SO DAMN HOT! Being 36 degrees yesterday and heating up to 36 again today didn't help things. My office is freezing cold in Winter and like an oven in Summer. Today, it was like an oven, even with the air-con on, my office is stuffy and hot. Very uncomfortable.
I think at one stage, I was on the verge of falling asleep (or dying... it's a fine line on a 36 degree day) but when I started to feel faint, I thought to myself, this is no good, I gotta get some fresh air. That's when Alex walks in to save my day, made me sit down in the lovely air-conditioned bit of the lounge. I felt a whole stack better by then, but I still felt like shit and was exhausted and felt a slight tinge of headache... I hate the heat, I don't take to heat very well. It makes me feel unwell.
Anyways, Alex convinced me to see this weird 'anti-psychiatry' thingy that's on in the building (it was like an exhibition, with posters and tv programs in a room)... apparently it's some sort of Scientology thing, perhaps they were recruiting? Whatever it was, it was weird, depressing, and they pretty much relate everything bad that happens to humans to the effects of psychiatry and using drugs they prescribe you. Hmm.... well, I don't know about that, I agree that medication is not always the answer, but I don't agree that it is the cause of all our pain in society - which is what I think they were trying to tell me. I saw a lobotomy being performed, and 'doctors' saying it didn't hurt the patient (yeah right!) and people poking humungous things into other people's eyes to heal them. Man, it was sick, it was all I could do not to scream out loud in that room. Seeing a lobotomoy performed didn't help me feel any better, my skin was getting all clammy and I really didn't feel well.
The people holding this 'anti-psychiatry' thingy were weird. They watch you watching the things, and since the things did not interest me, I moved on really quickly and they made me feel kind of guilty for not paying attention. And then, just when Alex and I were about to leave (cos it was home time ya know), this guy was about to block our path, perhaps to convince us to join their cult? Ooops, did I say cult? :) Well, smart thinking Alex, used his uniform to get us out quickly and safely without interruption. I hadn't seen such a big load of shite in a long time.
Lobotomy, not good. Perhaps these people had lobotomies? I know... I'm not really making much sense, but it's late you see, and I'm not well, so it's hard to make myself make sense at this time of night.
Bad day continues on my way home.... the following is the short version. Bus arrives late. Due to bad weather and feelings of unwellness, decided not to wait for the express (which probably arrived 2 mins later). Hot bus. Bad traffic on Flinders St. Packed out bus (probably cos it was late). Bus breaks down at awkward intersection in Port Melbourne. Engine revs but there is no movement. Red light. Moves about 1cm. Stops at red light. Bus refuses to move at green light. 15mins later, moves 1cm. Red light. Stops again. Green light, refuses to move. Repeat about 5 times. Big sigh by all on the bus. Lots of cars behind honking bus. Another bus behind us. Move to new bus, lose favourite seat. Get a seat next to 'biggish' woman. Don't care, got a seat, better than standing. Bad traffic on Williamstown Rd. Big sigh by me. Why is this happening to me on such a bad day!!!!??????!!!!
Finally get home at 7pm. Starving. Only leftovers to eat cos dad doesn't realise he no longer needs to cater to 20 people on a daily basis, it's usually just me, mum and Kent... mostly just me and mum eating at home. And we eat not much at all. Leftovers, hmm.... better than hunger I guess.
I'm feeling exhausted. Until my next episode....
Friday, November 17, 2006
12 little birds and counting....
This post starts off with what my gorgeous little dog has been doing this week. Obviously quite alone for most of the day while we're all at work, our beautiful dog has decided that playing with the little birdies who steal her food will be quite fun and entertaining. Uh-huh, yup, fun indeed Taxi dear, of course playing with birdies is fun - but ONLY IF YOU DON'T KILL THEM!
Taxi has been KILLING birds!!!! we've counted 12 so far in the last 3 days..... but there could be more out in the yard somewhere. How horrible. I can't believe my sweet little dog is now a seasoned killing machine :(
I don't like it when she licks me anymore.... I keep imagining blood in her mouth. Yuck. And all the bad karma that comes with it.
Oh, what else has happened.... umm... Chris' lame-arsed entry a few days ago. So now you can all see why I'm the only one putting anything down.... "here chris i your blog" - I know what you're all thinking - What the f**k?? :) Don't worry, it's normal, that exact thought goes through my mind every time Chris sends me an sms.... it takes awhile to try to decipher what he's trying to tell me.
Otherwise, it's been a pretty dull week.... oh, today I ran an errand for Alex at work, a favour to a friend you can say and guess what he did?! He gave me $20 for it! Seriously, I was kind of offended that he thinks he needs to give me money. And his bloody macho pride wouldn't let me take no for an answer. And my 'can't be bothered arguing with you' nature just took the money. But I'm not gonna let him forget it. I'm gonna be annnoying and keep reminding him that had to pay me to do him a favour. Day after day, until he takes the money back.
That leads me to wonder.... Even if he thinks he needs to pay me, am I only worth $20? Am I really that cheap?? On the other hand, if I was to ask for money, he couldn't afford me anyway ;)
Stupid male pride.
Onto something else, not much happening this weekend, Chris and Sue will going to U2's concert on Sunday, so our weekend together will be shortened...... it's kind of good and bad I guess. I don't know how much more nagging I can give to try to get him to stop eating junk food - no wait - trying to stop him eating when he is full - no wait - stop him eating *FULL STOP* - he's becoming so fatty-boomba lately. I'm not too sure how much more nagging he can take from me, and perhaps that's what is driving him to eat all the time..... me.... I'm the cause of his eating disorder.
Tonight, he's looking like he is almost 7 months pregnant, and yet STILL nursing a beer in he's hand while watching tv. Soooo Al Bundy. Bloody lazy, unhealthy bugger.
OH OH OH, very exciting news! Chris and I have both been selected to appear on Deal or No Deal! Woo hoo hoo, it's SO timely, I could do with a few "g's" in my account to help the holiday fund along :) I want to kiss Backpacker Hotels good bye! :) And it's happened much faster than I had expected. It was only in September that we auditioned, and we're going on 30th November. Wish us luck. Chris will need it more than me, but I will take all the luck wished upon me, and even willing to steal Chris' share of luck if it means I have more chance of winning cos I really need some fast easy cash :)
Wish us luck, lots of it, plenty of it, We will need it.
Taxi has been KILLING birds!!!! we've counted 12 so far in the last 3 days..... but there could be more out in the yard somewhere. How horrible. I can't believe my sweet little dog is now a seasoned killing machine :(
I don't like it when she licks me anymore.... I keep imagining blood in her mouth. Yuck. And all the bad karma that comes with it.
Oh, what else has happened.... umm... Chris' lame-arsed entry a few days ago. So now you can all see why I'm the only one putting anything down.... "here chris i your blog" - I know what you're all thinking - What the f**k?? :) Don't worry, it's normal, that exact thought goes through my mind every time Chris sends me an sms.... it takes awhile to try to decipher what he's trying to tell me.
Otherwise, it's been a pretty dull week.... oh, today I ran an errand for Alex at work, a favour to a friend you can say and guess what he did?! He gave me $20 for it! Seriously, I was kind of offended that he thinks he needs to give me money. And his bloody macho pride wouldn't let me take no for an answer. And my 'can't be bothered arguing with you' nature just took the money. But I'm not gonna let him forget it. I'm gonna be annnoying and keep reminding him that had to pay me to do him a favour. Day after day, until he takes the money back.
That leads me to wonder.... Even if he thinks he needs to pay me, am I only worth $20? Am I really that cheap?? On the other hand, if I was to ask for money, he couldn't afford me anyway ;)
Stupid male pride.
Onto something else, not much happening this weekend, Chris and Sue will going to U2's concert on Sunday, so our weekend together will be shortened...... it's kind of good and bad I guess. I don't know how much more nagging I can give to try to get him to stop eating junk food - no wait - trying to stop him eating when he is full - no wait - stop him eating *FULL STOP* - he's becoming so fatty-boomba lately. I'm not too sure how much more nagging he can take from me, and perhaps that's what is driving him to eat all the time..... me.... I'm the cause of his eating disorder.
Tonight, he's looking like he is almost 7 months pregnant, and yet STILL nursing a beer in he's hand while watching tv. Soooo Al Bundy. Bloody lazy, unhealthy bugger.
OH OH OH, very exciting news! Chris and I have both been selected to appear on Deal or No Deal! Woo hoo hoo, it's SO timely, I could do with a few "g's" in my account to help the holiday fund along :) I want to kiss Backpacker Hotels good bye! :) And it's happened much faster than I had expected. It was only in September that we auditioned, and we're going on 30th November. Wish us luck. Chris will need it more than me, but I will take all the luck wished upon me, and even willing to steal Chris' share of luck if it means I have more chance of winning cos I really need some fast easy cash :)
Wish us luck, lots of it, plenty of it, We will need it.
Friday, November 10, 2006
here chris i your blog
first like say thank to mae for 7 great year
ok mae is great g/f and friend too
ok mae is great g/f and friend too
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Something I forgot to mention
There is something I forgot to mention in yesterday's entry. I was going over my amazing story of the flat tyre incident with my colleague Marisa, for the umpteenth time that day (oh yeah, I'm milking it for all its worth!) when I happened to mention that I was stuck in Glen Iris.... and guess what?
Yup! Not only does Marisa live in Glen Iris but I was stuck on the exact street that she happens to live on! Coincidence or what?! I was actually not far from her place at all... I can't believe how close it was. It's a little bit freaky don't you think?
Yup! Not only does Marisa live in Glen Iris but I was stuck on the exact street that she happens to live on! Coincidence or what?! I was actually not far from her place at all... I can't believe how close it was. It's a little bit freaky don't you think?
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Wednesday
People say that Wednesday is hump day. No no, don't get the wrong idea, it's nothing dirty... hump day, as in it's the day of the week that you get the most amount of work done. Yup.... I got the most amount of work done today, all of 10 mins! Hmm.... I get paid too much to just sit here. I watched this dreadful movie called Clockwatchers. That almost really could've been written about me. I feel so bad, so guilty, so useless. I need a new job.
Oh, there's nothing in particular I wanted to write about, just wanted to practice typing really....
Today we received 2 postcards from my sister who is in France right now. Beautiful postcards. She had done a bit of travelling around France during mid-semester break, sounds like she had a great time. The reason why I'm telling this story is because my mum, being the mother of a doofus, is herself a doofus, didn't realise that the postcards were for us. She saw the name 'Taxi & Family' and consequently just assumed it was delivered to the wrong address cos we don't have anyone called 'Taxi & Family' living here. Dad had to explain to her that Lulu had actually addressed her postcards to the dog before the family..... *sigh* we are such a doofus family.
Well... I think tomorrow I will be surfing the net looking like I'm hard at work. A girl at work asked me how old I am..... I really wanted to tell her, truly I did! But my mouth just wouldn't work - everytime I try to say it, I just start gagging.... the best I can do is to tell people I am now 20-something. Goodness knows what I will do when I will one day no longer be 20-something :( What will I say then? Should I just keep quiet?? I am ageless? :)
A thought for the future. Right now, I live for the moment.
Oh, there's nothing in particular I wanted to write about, just wanted to practice typing really....
Today we received 2 postcards from my sister who is in France right now. Beautiful postcards. She had done a bit of travelling around France during mid-semester break, sounds like she had a great time. The reason why I'm telling this story is because my mum, being the mother of a doofus, is herself a doofus, didn't realise that the postcards were for us. She saw the name 'Taxi & Family' and consequently just assumed it was delivered to the wrong address cos we don't have anyone called 'Taxi & Family' living here. Dad had to explain to her that Lulu had actually addressed her postcards to the dog before the family..... *sigh* we are such a doofus family.
Well... I think tomorrow I will be surfing the net looking like I'm hard at work. A girl at work asked me how old I am..... I really wanted to tell her, truly I did! But my mouth just wouldn't work - everytime I try to say it, I just start gagging.... the best I can do is to tell people I am now 20-something. Goodness knows what I will do when I will one day no longer be 20-something :( What will I say then? Should I just keep quiet?? I am ageless? :)
A thought for the future. Right now, I live for the moment.
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Comedy of Errors
Well what a Saturday it was last night! And here I thought it was just gonna be another one of the usual...
It started off the same as always, Chris and I went to Knox City for a little shopping...
I was wearing my 'stop-traffic' boots and a skirt that has now become a little too big even though mum had altered it once already (yay! I AM losing weight!), so I was looking damn hot (hehehe, ego? who, me??). I was telling Chris about these 'stop-traffic' boots, and how they are so magical, they actually can stop traffic, because it happened when I dressed like this for work. I had cars stop at EVERY intersection waiting for me to strut across the road. And yes, I did strut cos that's what you do in 'stop-traffic' boots. Strut. (I like that word, so I'm gonna say it one more time because I can, I strut across the road). He just laughed at me. I was wondering what was so funny to him, was it because I called them 'stop-traffic' boots? Or the fact that traffic actually stopped for my boots? Or worse, that he didn't believe in the magic of these 'stop-traffic' boots? Well, after this conversation we were just about the cross the road behind this girl and a car was speeding towards us, not looking like it was gonna stop for her, but you know what? The moment the driver saw my 'stop-traffic' boots, it stopped! Almost mowing down the girl in front of me, but leaving a good distance for me and Chris to cross safely to the other side of the street. Well, ok - I strutted across the road, while Chris walked :) See! I love my 'stop-traffic' boots. Why didn't I ever figure this out before? I would've worn a lot more skirts and boots :)
Anyways, we went back to Chris' for dinner as I hadn't seen his mum and aunty for quite some time and then after dinner Chris didn't feel well so he went to bed while I stayed up watching tv with Sue and Margaret, then it got late and Sue and Margaret went to bed as well so here I was, up late watching tv on my own at Chris' place while everyone was asleep - I did feel a little awkward, but what the hell.... I wasn't gonna stay the night, I didn't have anything with me, no hairbrush, no toothbrush, no change of clothes, no nothing, and Chris is a poor sleeper when he's sick so I didn't want to sleep next to that all night. I decided that if Chris wasn't up for it, I'd just take his car and drive myself home, it was unfair to ask Sue to drive me home, it would've been easier if I had just stayed the night of course.. anyways, I was probably half way home when I ran into some trouble - a flat tyre!
Who knows how long I was driving like that for before I realised the tyre was flat... by the time I realised something was wrong, the car was already going all funny and bumpy and was a little hard to steer... thankfully it was a quiet road... I figured this could only happen to me, I hardly ever have to drive, and the first time in ages that I'm driving on my own and this bloody thing happens! I didn't know who to call, should I call dad? It would be too hard to explain to dad where I was. And he might've been drinking, so I didn't want him driving if he had been drinking. Should I call Chris? But Chris was sick, and I wasn't sure if he would be able to come out to change a tyre for me. Should I call the RACV? I didn't know the number to call... and I wasn't sure if they would talk to me on the phone considering it wasn't my car? They probably would have... but yeah, you can see, I know jack-all about cars and stuff. I didn't even contemplate calling Kent.... perhaps I should have. It wouldn't have been such a long night.
I ended up calling Chris, and Sue drove him out, funny thing, he was feeling a whole lot better by now. Lazy bugger, a few hours sleep and the massive headache he had earlier magically disappeared by 1am. So I waited and waited and waited... it was a little bit scary, I was alone on a dark quiet street. Anyways, when Chris and Sue arrived, he took out the spare, and the whatchamacallit to loosen the bolts but couldn't find the jack. I ask you, what kind of guy doesn't have a jack in the car?! My guy, that's who! Of all the guys I could have chosen, I had to pick the one who was almost completely useless with cars - the only person more useless is me, but then again, I'm not a guy, it's not my prerogative (woohoo, I finally get to use that word!).
Oh, but didn't Sue drive him out? Wouldn't she have a jack in her car, you ask? Why yes, she did have a jack in the car. In fact, it was a brand new jack, never before used, and last night would've been the perfect time to test it out - but useless car people that the 3 of us were, we just couldn't figure out how to take it out of the car... keep in mind, it was nearly 1:30am, it was dark, we didn't have a torch, I had been up since 9am, I was tired, Sue was tired, and Chris... well... no excuses for Chris he'd had a sleep. We were just useless. Changing a tyre wouldn't have taken him long, but without a jack we couldn't do anything! So we called RACV... waited for nearly an hour before the nice man arrived. It took him 5 mins, including pumping up the spare tyre for us to get us on our way. *sigh* I just can't believe Chris' car didn't have a jack...
Anyways, by this time it was around 2:30am and I was no longer tired, so what the hell, we were out late on a Saturday night, I was dressed up, we might as well go somewhere for a midnight snack. Down to St Kilda we go! Of course at 3am, nearly everything was closed, but the good thing was there were stacks of street parking at this time of night :) We ended up getting McDonald's and parked in a romantic spot by the beach to woof it all down before laughing ourselves silly and heading home.
Chris being Chris, took a wrong turn in St Kilda and we missed the turnoff to take us the direct way to the Westgate so whatever, I decided rather than try to do a u-turn, we'll just take the scenic route home, through Port Melbourne, South Melbourne, Beacon Cove or whatever trendy suburb it was down that part of town. The thing is, I almost always get lost around this area, and it being nearly 4am and me having been awake for almost 19 hours by now it probably wasn't the wisest decision I've ever made. Quoting that show I watched just the other day, no good decisions were ever made past 2am. How true, how very very true!
Surprise surprise, we didn't get lost! But fate has funny things for us.... we managed to make it to the entrance of the Westgate without getting lost but it was CLOSED!
The Westgate was CLOSED! It almost never closes! I only remember it being closed twice in my lifetime, the first time in year 8, when that guy threatened to jump but didn't. The second time when the guy was holding up the servo about 3 years ago. They were major incidences, so what on earth was happening at 4am on a Saturday night to have caused the Westgate to be closed?! It was blocked by a flashing police car and we were forced to take the long way home via Footscray. By this stage, I'm almost laughing hysterically. Things like this can only happen to us.
Aiyaya, ok... we made it home just past 4am and straight to bed we fell and slept like logs we did.
This morning when we woke, I was telling Kent about our night and how I think I must've hit a kerb cos it wasn't just a flat tyre, the tyre was somewhat torn (great news, it means I have to get Chris a new tyre :( I mean, I don't remember hitting a kerb... you would think that if I hit a kerb I'd know.... or perhaps I was more tired than I realised and didn't even know that I hit a kerb when I hit it or that my driving is so terribly bad that I'm just plain stupid and ignorant to the fact that I hit a kerb at all. Whatever the reason, ultimately I did cause it.
So we went to inspect the damage, and sure enough, major tear in the tyre. Unsalvageable. New tyre for Chris. Great. And Kent was telling me that judging by the marks on the broken wheel, it certainly looks like I hit a kerb. Double great. My poor driving skills are now cemented in everybody's memories.
Oh yeah, and guess what? Kent found a jack in Chris' car! What a doofus we were. Oh yeah, and Kent showed us how to remove the jack from Margaret's car as well. Double major DOOFUS! I should've called Kent in the first place.
What a fun night. We should do it more often.
It started off the same as always, Chris and I went to Knox City for a little shopping...
I was wearing my 'stop-traffic' boots and a skirt that has now become a little too big even though mum had altered it once already (yay! I AM losing weight!), so I was looking damn hot (hehehe, ego? who, me??). I was telling Chris about these 'stop-traffic' boots, and how they are so magical, they actually can stop traffic, because it happened when I dressed like this for work. I had cars stop at EVERY intersection waiting for me to strut across the road. And yes, I did strut cos that's what you do in 'stop-traffic' boots. Strut. (I like that word, so I'm gonna say it one more time because I can, I strut across the road). He just laughed at me. I was wondering what was so funny to him, was it because I called them 'stop-traffic' boots? Or the fact that traffic actually stopped for my boots? Or worse, that he didn't believe in the magic of these 'stop-traffic' boots? Well, after this conversation we were just about the cross the road behind this girl and a car was speeding towards us, not looking like it was gonna stop for her, but you know what? The moment the driver saw my 'stop-traffic' boots, it stopped! Almost mowing down the girl in front of me, but leaving a good distance for me and Chris to cross safely to the other side of the street. Well, ok - I strutted across the road, while Chris walked :) See! I love my 'stop-traffic' boots. Why didn't I ever figure this out before? I would've worn a lot more skirts and boots :)
Anyways, we went back to Chris' for dinner as I hadn't seen his mum and aunty for quite some time and then after dinner Chris didn't feel well so he went to bed while I stayed up watching tv with Sue and Margaret, then it got late and Sue and Margaret went to bed as well so here I was, up late watching tv on my own at Chris' place while everyone was asleep - I did feel a little awkward, but what the hell.... I wasn't gonna stay the night, I didn't have anything with me, no hairbrush, no toothbrush, no change of clothes, no nothing, and Chris is a poor sleeper when he's sick so I didn't want to sleep next to that all night. I decided that if Chris wasn't up for it, I'd just take his car and drive myself home, it was unfair to ask Sue to drive me home, it would've been easier if I had just stayed the night of course.. anyways, I was probably half way home when I ran into some trouble - a flat tyre!
Who knows how long I was driving like that for before I realised the tyre was flat... by the time I realised something was wrong, the car was already going all funny and bumpy and was a little hard to steer... thankfully it was a quiet road... I figured this could only happen to me, I hardly ever have to drive, and the first time in ages that I'm driving on my own and this bloody thing happens! I didn't know who to call, should I call dad? It would be too hard to explain to dad where I was. And he might've been drinking, so I didn't want him driving if he had been drinking. Should I call Chris? But Chris was sick, and I wasn't sure if he would be able to come out to change a tyre for me. Should I call the RACV? I didn't know the number to call... and I wasn't sure if they would talk to me on the phone considering it wasn't my car? They probably would have... but yeah, you can see, I know jack-all about cars and stuff. I didn't even contemplate calling Kent.... perhaps I should have. It wouldn't have been such a long night.
I ended up calling Chris, and Sue drove him out, funny thing, he was feeling a whole lot better by now. Lazy bugger, a few hours sleep and the massive headache he had earlier magically disappeared by 1am. So I waited and waited and waited... it was a little bit scary, I was alone on a dark quiet street. Anyways, when Chris and Sue arrived, he took out the spare, and the whatchamacallit to loosen the bolts but couldn't find the jack. I ask you, what kind of guy doesn't have a jack in the car?! My guy, that's who! Of all the guys I could have chosen, I had to pick the one who was almost completely useless with cars - the only person more useless is me, but then again, I'm not a guy, it's not my prerogative (woohoo, I finally get to use that word!).
Oh, but didn't Sue drive him out? Wouldn't she have a jack in her car, you ask? Why yes, she did have a jack in the car. In fact, it was a brand new jack, never before used, and last night would've been the perfect time to test it out - but useless car people that the 3 of us were, we just couldn't figure out how to take it out of the car... keep in mind, it was nearly 1:30am, it was dark, we didn't have a torch, I had been up since 9am, I was tired, Sue was tired, and Chris... well... no excuses for Chris he'd had a sleep. We were just useless. Changing a tyre wouldn't have taken him long, but without a jack we couldn't do anything! So we called RACV... waited for nearly an hour before the nice man arrived. It took him 5 mins, including pumping up the spare tyre for us to get us on our way. *sigh* I just can't believe Chris' car didn't have a jack...
Anyways, by this time it was around 2:30am and I was no longer tired, so what the hell, we were out late on a Saturday night, I was dressed up, we might as well go somewhere for a midnight snack. Down to St Kilda we go! Of course at 3am, nearly everything was closed, but the good thing was there were stacks of street parking at this time of night :) We ended up getting McDonald's and parked in a romantic spot by the beach to woof it all down before laughing ourselves silly and heading home.
Chris being Chris, took a wrong turn in St Kilda and we missed the turnoff to take us the direct way to the Westgate so whatever, I decided rather than try to do a u-turn, we'll just take the scenic route home, through Port Melbourne, South Melbourne, Beacon Cove or whatever trendy suburb it was down that part of town. The thing is, I almost always get lost around this area, and it being nearly 4am and me having been awake for almost 19 hours by now it probably wasn't the wisest decision I've ever made. Quoting that show I watched just the other day, no good decisions were ever made past 2am. How true, how very very true!
Surprise surprise, we didn't get lost! But fate has funny things for us.... we managed to make it to the entrance of the Westgate without getting lost but it was CLOSED!
The Westgate was CLOSED! It almost never closes! I only remember it being closed twice in my lifetime, the first time in year 8, when that guy threatened to jump but didn't. The second time when the guy was holding up the servo about 3 years ago. They were major incidences, so what on earth was happening at 4am on a Saturday night to have caused the Westgate to be closed?! It was blocked by a flashing police car and we were forced to take the long way home via Footscray. By this stage, I'm almost laughing hysterically. Things like this can only happen to us.
Aiyaya, ok... we made it home just past 4am and straight to bed we fell and slept like logs we did.
This morning when we woke, I was telling Kent about our night and how I think I must've hit a kerb cos it wasn't just a flat tyre, the tyre was somewhat torn (great news, it means I have to get Chris a new tyre :( I mean, I don't remember hitting a kerb... you would think that if I hit a kerb I'd know.... or perhaps I was more tired than I realised and didn't even know that I hit a kerb when I hit it or that my driving is so terribly bad that I'm just plain stupid and ignorant to the fact that I hit a kerb at all. Whatever the reason, ultimately I did cause it.
So we went to inspect the damage, and sure enough, major tear in the tyre. Unsalvageable. New tyre for Chris. Great. And Kent was telling me that judging by the marks on the broken wheel, it certainly looks like I hit a kerb. Double great. My poor driving skills are now cemented in everybody's memories.
Oh yeah, and guess what? Kent found a jack in Chris' car! What a doofus we were. Oh yeah, and Kent showed us how to remove the jack from Margaret's car as well. Double major DOOFUS! I should've called Kent in the first place.
What a fun night. We should do it more often.
Friday, November 03, 2006
Something funny happened on my lunch break
TGIF!
My weeks are just dragging on by these days, I can't believe that not doing anything at work can make one feel so tired. The kids are good to me, they've been keeping the office somewhat tidy, my colleagues are good to me, in particular Alex and Marisa who are really good with keeping me company, we chat for hours and time flies when you have someone to talk to, Alex probably knows a lot more about me than he really cares to, and yet he keeps coming back for more torturously dull stories of my life, silly man. Of course, I haven't mentioned the bribes I use to keep him coming back :)
I was on my regular lunch walk today when I came across a life-sized, bright pink, phallic-shaped item lying innocently in the grass at a park and I thought to myself, now that's not something you see everyday!
Now I'm curious, just what exactly happened there, at that very spot, for someone to leave behind such a curious item? I mean really, a dildo! In a public park!!! For goodness sakes, what on earth was this being used in a park?! Do people have no shame? And why leave it behind?? It looked perfectly... umm....unused? Not that I would know :p
I continued walking to a different park where I sat down to watch what I thought was a group of funny looking people holding a fishing rod, learning how to fish - in the middle of a city park! with no water! and no fish!! It was quite amusing until I realised that they weren't actually learning to fish, nor were they holding a fishing rod. What were they doing you ask? Well, they were actually filming something.... and the 'fishing rod' was actually a boom mike. Man, I really need new specs.
As for Chris, well... he had the day off today to see a specialist about this condition he has with his eye. I'm not really sure what it is since Chris can't remember what's wrong with him to begin with. As far as I can see, there is some sort of infection in his eye that is making him very uncomfortable so the specialist was going to take it out.... Chris being such a wuss, they couldn't do it, cos he was flinching too much so he now has to go into hospital to have it surgically removed - which also means it costs a lot more (thank goodness he has private health insurance!)
Well, next week I still have to work, no long weekend for me, Chris however, has the entire week off.... I reckon it's probably about time for him to start looking for another job, it's becoming increasingly unstable where he is right now. Oh well, we'll see....
No plans for the weekend yet, but if anything interesting happens will blog!
ciao for now
My weeks are just dragging on by these days, I can't believe that not doing anything at work can make one feel so tired. The kids are good to me, they've been keeping the office somewhat tidy, my colleagues are good to me, in particular Alex and Marisa who are really good with keeping me company, we chat for hours and time flies when you have someone to talk to, Alex probably knows a lot more about me than he really cares to, and yet he keeps coming back for more torturously dull stories of my life, silly man. Of course, I haven't mentioned the bribes I use to keep him coming back :)
I was on my regular lunch walk today when I came across a life-sized, bright pink, phallic-shaped item lying innocently in the grass at a park and I thought to myself, now that's not something you see everyday!
Now I'm curious, just what exactly happened there, at that very spot, for someone to leave behind such a curious item? I mean really, a dildo! In a public park!!! For goodness sakes, what on earth was this being used in a park?! Do people have no shame? And why leave it behind?? It looked perfectly... umm....unused? Not that I would know :p
I continued walking to a different park where I sat down to watch what I thought was a group of funny looking people holding a fishing rod, learning how to fish - in the middle of a city park! with no water! and no fish!! It was quite amusing until I realised that they weren't actually learning to fish, nor were they holding a fishing rod. What were they doing you ask? Well, they were actually filming something.... and the 'fishing rod' was actually a boom mike. Man, I really need new specs.
As for Chris, well... he had the day off today to see a specialist about this condition he has with his eye. I'm not really sure what it is since Chris can't remember what's wrong with him to begin with. As far as I can see, there is some sort of infection in his eye that is making him very uncomfortable so the specialist was going to take it out.... Chris being such a wuss, they couldn't do it, cos he was flinching too much so he now has to go into hospital to have it surgically removed - which also means it costs a lot more (thank goodness he has private health insurance!)
Well, next week I still have to work, no long weekend for me, Chris however, has the entire week off.... I reckon it's probably about time for him to start looking for another job, it's becoming increasingly unstable where he is right now. Oh well, we'll see....
No plans for the weekend yet, but if anything interesting happens will blog!
ciao for now
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Update - #2
Actually, I don't really have an update... but I'm a little bored so I thought I'd blog....
Lately, I think I've been losing weight, which is good! And I'm trying to get somewhat fit for my trip cos I'm expecting to walk around a lot lugging around lots of pieces of baggage - and how am I doing this? Well, I have an aversion to exercise so actually exercising is kind of out of the question (ie, gyms, classes, sports etc...) so I'm really just walking a lot more, and doing a lot of cleaning which works up a sweat on a lazy bum like me.
Oh, and I was going through some old emails and found some I wrote to a guy called Jesse. *sigh* I miss Jesse. We used to email everyday, real lengthy epic-type emails, it used to take me hours to write him an email and we wrote about everything, we got along so well, he made me laugh, he was smart and witty and he made me feel smart and witty as well. I've lost a few emails over the years when my computers were formatted and/ or changed over but the ones I have kept are so priceless, it still brings a tear to my eye and a laugh out loud every time I decide I want to reminisce and read any of those emails..... ahhh, Jesse my friend, where the hell have you gone? I miss you heaps! Get in touch with me if you happen across this blog.
Lately, I think I've been losing weight, which is good! And I'm trying to get somewhat fit for my trip cos I'm expecting to walk around a lot lugging around lots of pieces of baggage - and how am I doing this? Well, I have an aversion to exercise so actually exercising is kind of out of the question (ie, gyms, classes, sports etc...) so I'm really just walking a lot more, and doing a lot of cleaning which works up a sweat on a lazy bum like me.
Oh, and I was going through some old emails and found some I wrote to a guy called Jesse. *sigh* I miss Jesse. We used to email everyday, real lengthy epic-type emails, it used to take me hours to write him an email and we wrote about everything, we got along so well, he made me laugh, he was smart and witty and he made me feel smart and witty as well. I've lost a few emails over the years when my computers were formatted and/ or changed over but the ones I have kept are so priceless, it still brings a tear to my eye and a laugh out loud every time I decide I want to reminisce and read any of those emails..... ahhh, Jesse my friend, where the hell have you gone? I miss you heaps! Get in touch with me if you happen across this blog.
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