An elder gentleman was selling paintings outside the local IGA.
He said he didn't sign his name because once he'd sold it, it belonged to me.
Showing posts with label Delighted with find. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Delighted with find. Show all posts
Sunday, May 19, 2019
I shouldn't be spending money but,...
.... shoud be my new ongoing title but, ... i couldn't resist!
An elder gentleman was selling paintings outside the local IGA.
He said he didn't sign his name because once he'd sold it, it belonged to me.
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An elder gentleman was selling paintings outside the local IGA.
He said he didn't sign his name because once he'd sold it, it belonged to me.
Tuesday, May 14, 2019
I confess!
I wasn't supposed to be spending money this week, but ...
It is such a cute little painting and goes so well with the little cat lamp my brother gave me for Christmas.
It is such a cute little painting and goes so well with the little cat lamp my brother gave me for Christmas.
Sunday, May 12, 2019
I wish i were there ...
I am swimming with delight of my nieces and nephew!
Eldest decided she really wanted to reenact a scene from the princess diaries where they have a canvas studded with balloons filled with paint and pop them with darts.
She decided to do this with her siblings to celebrate her mothers birthday, the day before mothers day, whilst her mother is away on long service leave camping holiday and not in a position to stop them,
She also decided to do this on the day they had mostly run out of food, and was soooo busy preparing for the event, that they'd not had much water, and decided they should have cocktails first, before doing anything else.
Like cooking.
And stuff.
Luckily, they also decided to film the event.
They even did a time lapse.
Sophie (happily/drunkenly) threw a dart.
It rebounded, after popping a paint filled ballon ...
... and she caught it again ...
... WITHOUT IMPALING HERSELF WITH THE DART!!!!
She therefore argued that it meant she got another throw.
I have suggested the resulting artwork should be entittled 'Twilight pee on LSD'.
Apparently it got smugged a bit when she thought it was a good idea to hop up on the table to add more paint filled ballons, instead of waiting for her much taller brother.
(Sophie is a bit on the short side, but tall in personality and determination).
She is already planning a reenactment for when her mom gets home, but possibly without the darts.
... and the tacks they where using to fix the balloons, which had a tendency too projectile out from the canvas with prejudice.
Also, they are missing some darts.
Eldest decided she really wanted to reenact a scene from the princess diaries where they have a canvas studded with balloons filled with paint and pop them with darts.
She decided to do this with her siblings to celebrate her mothers birthday, the day before mothers day, whilst her mother is away on long service leave camping holiday and not in a position to stop them,
She also decided to do this on the day they had mostly run out of food, and was soooo busy preparing for the event, that they'd not had much water, and decided they should have cocktails first, before doing anything else.
Like cooking.
And stuff.
Luckily, they also decided to film the event.
They even did a time lapse.
Sophie (happily/drunkenly) threw a dart.
It rebounded, after popping a paint filled ballon ...
... and she caught it again ...
... WITHOUT IMPALING HERSELF WITH THE DART!!!!
She therefore argued that it meant she got another throw.
I have suggested the resulting artwork should be entittled 'Twilight pee on LSD'.
Apparently it got smugged a bit when she thought it was a good idea to hop up on the table to add more paint filled ballons, instead of waiting for her much taller brother.
(Sophie is a bit on the short side, but tall in personality and determination).
She is already planning a reenactment for when her mom gets home, but possibly without the darts.
... and the tacks they where using to fix the balloons, which had a tendency too projectile out from the canvas with prejudice.
Also, they are missing some darts.
Oh me, oh my ....
I have gained an overly chatty neighbour who has put my lack of enthusiastic response to the invite to come watch a movie with him sometime to offence at 'implied' cracking onto.
Extra implied 'as if!'.
I am not a social person.
I have been very polite.
He was supposed to fence his dog in, as it was not a dog friendly rental.
My cat had been missing two days.
(He is back now)
I am working twice my usual hours because someone is off sick for May.
He seems to be reacting to the concept of 'duplex' like others might to share house.
It is not a share house.
He keeps offering to do stuff for me.
I know i am messy and useless, but i don't want people to do stuff for me!
I want to do it or nothing!
And i like it messy!!!
I feel so more secure!
Like I've left boobie-traps to ensnare trespassers .
If only there were a fence!
He is in his seventies or so, and obviously not used to living a single life, but ...
... but ....
... secretly ...
... secretly, I wish I were a serial killer and knew how to hide bodies, sigh.
On weekends when I work alone I speak to at least 150 people face to face.
I would take calls from probably twice that.
After shallow unrewarding potentially antagonistic interactions with 450 people in 7 hours, i REALLY don't want to see, talk, integrate with a living soul wot is not a cat.
I don't think it is unreasonable to expect my neighbour and his rather lovely elderly dog wot I am already sneaking treats too, to stay on their own side.
I am trying to wrack my brians of elderly patients who might want a man.
He has had a knee replacement, so he probably could dance?
Extra implied 'as if!'.
I am not a social person.
I have been very polite.
He was supposed to fence his dog in, as it was not a dog friendly rental.
My cat had been missing two days.
(He is back now)
I am working twice my usual hours because someone is off sick for May.
He seems to be reacting to the concept of 'duplex' like others might to share house.
It is not a share house.
He keeps offering to do stuff for me.
I know i am messy and useless, but i don't want people to do stuff for me!
I want to do it or nothing!
And i like it messy!!!
I feel so more secure!
Like I've left boobie-traps to ensnare trespassers .
If only there were a fence!
He is in his seventies or so, and obviously not used to living a single life, but ...
... but ....
... secretly ...
... secretly, I wish I were a serial killer and knew how to hide bodies, sigh.
On weekends when I work alone I speak to at least 150 people face to face.
I would take calls from probably twice that.
After shallow unrewarding potentially antagonistic interactions with 450 people in 7 hours, i REALLY don't want to see, talk, integrate with a living soul wot is not a cat.
I don't think it is unreasonable to expect my neighbour and his rather lovely elderly dog wot I am already sneaking treats too, to stay on their own side.
I am trying to wrack my brians of elderly patients who might want a man.
He has had a knee replacement, so he probably could dance?
Thursday, April 25, 2019
Raofl
My sister and her partner have gone away camping, leaving their grown up children alone in the house.
Except from my nieces latest update:
Except from my nieces latest update:
Day 3 without parents: Dukey found a couple of maggots in the corner of our laundry next to our bin. He freaked out and sprayed them with bug spray, but it wasn't working fast enough and they were crawling towards him so he smashed them with a shoe. More started coming out from under the carpet though - more than he could squash - so he decided to drown them with water. But then he realised he'd used too much water and there was a massive wet patch on the carpet. So he tried to mop it up with towels and then when he ran out of towels (and I swear to god, I wish I was making this up) grabbed the fucking iron and started trying to iron the fucking floor dry. It worked a little bit but was taking forever so he gave up, put the towels in the washing machine, and wandered off into his room.
Came back an hour later. The entire back end of the house is flooded. He forgot to put the draining hose in the laundry tub. And he can't dry the floors with with towels. Because all the towels were in the wash. So now he is in the corridor with the mop, gagging as he tries to get rid of this water.
The worst part?
The.maggots.are.still.alive.
The.maggots.are.still.alive.
And now they're in the kitchen.
Thursday, February 21, 2019
It was a bargin!
Have been lecturing myself for the last two weeks about the need to get a grip and do some serious saving for a while.
And then ... sigh.
The ever fabulous Margaret Crawford went and made the gorgeous little bunny mug and my steely resolve crumbled before it even got to flash its colours.
And then ... sigh.
The ever fabulous Margaret Crawford went and made the gorgeous little bunny mug and my steely resolve crumbled before it even got to flash its colours.
Saturday, March 24, 2018
Oopsy
My eldest sister gifted me with desexing for my invading and persistent small fluffy orange cat.
However, it may have come too late for Suki, who is looking plump and bulging.
I can't be cross.
I'd love to have a couple of kittens to inject a little life into my household.
Not at all sensible though, but too late to quibble.
And a good solid reason to encourage myself to clean out the cupboard and mop and dust the bedrrom, which I've been having difficulties making myself do.
Had Friday off.
Had to get up early and have the scooter in for service by 8.
Walked to my sisters and then fell asleep until 11.30.
Picked up scooter and went home and then fell asleep again until 5 or 6.
Then was asleep again by 10.
One would think I were 90 not 40!!!
Will have three whole days off in a row next week and have high hopes of getting stuck into housework, gardening and spending quality time with the Bokkie-cat who has been quite desperate too play tiggy in the backyard.
Unless Suki chooses next weekend to pop.
How nice if they were fluffy too.
Tabby fluffy by preference.
I am a sucker for a plain old tabbycat.
However, it may have come too late for Suki, who is looking plump and bulging.
I can't be cross.
I'd love to have a couple of kittens to inject a little life into my household.
Not at all sensible though, but too late to quibble.
And a good solid reason to encourage myself to clean out the cupboard and mop and dust the bedrrom, which I've been having difficulties making myself do.
Had Friday off.
Had to get up early and have the scooter in for service by 8.
Walked to my sisters and then fell asleep until 11.30.
Picked up scooter and went home and then fell asleep again until 5 or 6.
Then was asleep again by 10.
One would think I were 90 not 40!!!
Will have three whole days off in a row next week and have high hopes of getting stuck into housework, gardening and spending quality time with the Bokkie-cat who has been quite desperate too play tiggy in the backyard.
Unless Suki chooses next weekend to pop.
How nice if they were fluffy too.
Tabby fluffy by preference.
I am a sucker for a plain old tabbycat.
Friday, January 12, 2018
Delighted with find
I found these darling little gold pineapple shaped soap dishes in K-mart.
I am going to use them as cat bowls.
Also, I bought myself a rainbow dress to cheer myself up and because I couldn't resist it and because I'm weak, which i shouldn't have cause i need to save money this week, cause i wanna hire a carpet shampooer and stock up on kitty litter and stuff, but anywho ...
It seems to cheerup complete strangers too, because I was stopped three times in a couple of hours to be told I looked marvelous/beautiful.
Never a bad thing though, hey?
I am going to use them as cat bowls.
Also, I bought myself a rainbow dress to cheer myself up and because I couldn't resist it and because I'm weak, which i shouldn't have cause i need to save money this week, cause i wanna hire a carpet shampooer and stock up on kitty litter and stuff, but anywho ...
It seems to cheerup complete strangers too, because I was stopped three times in a couple of hours to be told I looked marvelous/beautiful.
Never a bad thing though, hey?
Wednesday, December 6, 2017
Good Morning!
Harkening back to olden days when I could scarf bacon and/or eggs benedict with impunity, I set myself down with the tasty salty snack and absentmindedly burnt toast, fried in a pan because I threw out the toaster in a fit of disgust in a culling cleaning rage months back and not replaced it, to listen to my beloved band Augie March's first released single of new album.
Eggs Benedict no long agrees with me and I can only eat if I am heading straight home from the cafe after to baptise the bowl in enthusiastic effluence (on my more affluent days when I go out for breakfast wot with coffee or tea costs $25 or more *shakes fist at the often too tempting suggestion of a hash brown*).
I've not felt the same about bacon since the bout of food poisoning, which it well and truly won, leaving me passed out and waking all warm and relaxed in a pool of my own vomit (it took ages to wash it all the little bacon bits out of my hair).
Augie however are still a blessing to my ears and brain. I find myself murmurring little inanities as I listen like they are my favourite cat who has just been particularly pleasing and winsome and cute ... aren't you a gorgegous little boy ... whose a clever boy ... aren't ya just a cute squiggy little pooky ... i love you, yes I do, yes I do ... etc, and swing my feet and hum happily like I do when I am eating something particularly nice.
My toes tingle in anticipation for February when the album is released and the back of my neck tightens as I contemplate how there is no way in heck I can get to the first performance, whilst I still speculate on maybe possibly if I eat peanut butter and vegamite for the next two months ... maybe? .... but toast gives me indigestion nowadays and I am already regretting breakfast, though I made cats very happy with tidbits of bacon and they are grooming themseves in a pleased fashion and looking approvingly at me from their lofty perches atop bookshelves which is currently a much favored and competed position since a little rain and the heat have produced a small flea situation until Friday payday when I can purchase the solution to my itchy ankles, since the bookcase won't hold me.
Expressing my delight would be a great deal easier if I didn't have to chicken peck this out one fingered on my tablet. An exercise in exquisite frustration for a typist. It interferes with my flow.
I go now to listen to the song again.
Eggs Benedict no long agrees with me and I can only eat if I am heading straight home from the cafe after to baptise the bowl in enthusiastic effluence (on my more affluent days when I go out for breakfast wot with coffee or tea costs $25 or more *shakes fist at the often too tempting suggestion of a hash brown*).
I've not felt the same about bacon since the bout of food poisoning, which it well and truly won, leaving me passed out and waking all warm and relaxed in a pool of my own vomit (it took ages to wash it all the little bacon bits out of my hair).
Augie however are still a blessing to my ears and brain. I find myself murmurring little inanities as I listen like they are my favourite cat who has just been particularly pleasing and winsome and cute ... aren't you a gorgegous little boy ... whose a clever boy ... aren't ya just a cute squiggy little pooky ... i love you, yes I do, yes I do ... etc, and swing my feet and hum happily like I do when I am eating something particularly nice.
My toes tingle in anticipation for February when the album is released and the back of my neck tightens as I contemplate how there is no way in heck I can get to the first performance, whilst I still speculate on maybe possibly if I eat peanut butter and vegamite for the next two months ... maybe? .... but toast gives me indigestion nowadays and I am already regretting breakfast, though I made cats very happy with tidbits of bacon and they are grooming themseves in a pleased fashion and looking approvingly at me from their lofty perches atop bookshelves which is currently a much favored and competed position since a little rain and the heat have produced a small flea situation until Friday payday when I can purchase the solution to my itchy ankles, since the bookcase won't hold me.
Expressing my delight would be a great deal easier if I didn't have to chicken peck this out one fingered on my tablet. An exercise in exquisite frustration for a typist. It interferes with my flow.
I go now to listen to the song again.
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
W00t!
Scooter not going to be as expensive as expected, yay!
Can be fixed before mother gets here, yay!
Crazy making medication from last week appears to be wearing off. Have only burst into tears once today, yay!
Started methotrexate Monday afternoon. They mention 'methotrexate fog' day after. Only thing I noticed was stuck working how to spell found for a minute or so yesterday. Knew it started with a 'fff' sound, but couldn't work out what letter that was. Knew it wasn't an s, but it just wouldn't come.
And I wrote 'mend' instead of 'send'.
So far still having trouble concentrating if interrupted and complex decisions, but think that is improving. And that could be a consequence of so many things going wrong in such a short space of time.
Hard to sort out what is because of arthritis flare, medication side effects and life stress.
Plus I am always mental before a rental inspection and mothers imminent arrival.
Six stressful things in a short space would cause anyone to wobble.
Can be fixed before mother gets here, yay!
Crazy making medication from last week appears to be wearing off. Have only burst into tears once today, yay!
Started methotrexate Monday afternoon. They mention 'methotrexate fog' day after. Only thing I noticed was stuck working how to spell found for a minute or so yesterday. Knew it started with a 'fff' sound, but couldn't work out what letter that was. Knew it wasn't an s, but it just wouldn't come.
And I wrote 'mend' instead of 'send'.
So far still having trouble concentrating if interrupted and complex decisions, but think that is improving. And that could be a consequence of so many things going wrong in such a short space of time.
Hard to sort out what is because of arthritis flare, medication side effects and life stress.
Plus I am always mental before a rental inspection and mothers imminent arrival.
Six stressful things in a short space would cause anyone to wobble.
Friday, September 23, 2016
Something charming ...
This is the second picture I bought today.
(Actually the first, cause when I turned up it was marked down to only $40, so I surrendered to temptation and bought two).
It is an original illustration by Jenny Finn from a book tittled 'Tales from 5he Hallowed Hollow'.
She's had a few pictures for sale at the Townsville Art Society shop over the last few months (some even listed as free to a child), and today is the first time I've had cash to spare for one of them. There have been at least three come and go during my pennyless period, darnit.
*que the sound of gnashing teeth and wringing hands*
Not even a vaguly good photo and I seem to be completely unable to hang pictures straight.
(Actually the first, cause when I turned up it was marked down to only $40, so I surrendered to temptation and bought two).
It is an original illustration by Jenny Finn from a book tittled 'Tales from 5he Hallowed Hollow'.
She's had a few pictures for sale at the Townsville Art Society shop over the last few months (some even listed as free to a child), and today is the first time I've had cash to spare for one of them. There have been at least three come and go during my pennyless period, darnit.
*que the sound of gnashing teeth and wringing hands*
Not even a vaguly good photo and I seem to be completely unable to hang pictures straight.
Something nice ...
Bought myself this lovely lino block print by Margaret Crawford with the money earned from the extra shifts worked this week.
Sunday, August 21, 2016
Eureka
Oh by golly, by lad! There is a second season of Blandings, which I need to lay my grubby paws on before Christmas.
I was struggling for mother friendly entertainment - besides which I LOVED the first series. What little treasures some english persons are, and I must admit to a deep and, so far, unshakable crush on Tiomothy Spall since seeing series one.
Sigh.
There is talk of a third series this year.
Perhaps god loves me afterall ( even though I ticked no religion on the census ).
I was struggling for mother friendly entertainment - besides which I LOVED the first series. What little treasures some english persons are, and I must admit to a deep and, so far, unshakable crush on Tiomothy Spall since seeing series one.
Sigh.
There is talk of a third series this year.
Perhaps god loves me afterall ( even though I ticked no religion on the census ).
Thursday, March 29, 2012
eeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkkkkkkkKKKKKKKKKKk!!!!!!!!!!!
oh god oh god oh god
it was like a mini orgasim in an envelope!!!!!
my delightful and talented and wonderful friend sticky-nikkkkkiiiiii (and I am not just saying that because she gave me his WONDERFUL thing for FREEEEEEE) sent me a print of the picture that I soooo lusted for!!!! (probably this is an unstable amount of exclaimation marks and the internet might explode or something?)
I can't wait until the eldest gets to see it :) I am sure she will try and steal it.
Ha!
she should be so lucky
I did, in fact see the eldest today with my obscenely delightful two and a bit year old niece. I love her sentences. Collecting herbs in the yard and telling me she had money. Her cousin Dukey trying to pretend she was saying 'mummy' so that he could get her to go back inside and he could go back to his computer game and her saying "no dukey, I don't want to go back to mummy, I want to see the chickens!" (and heck, the chickens are great) . She is a two year old with definate ideas and I have been enjoying the reading-out-loud a little too much. In fact, I have been reading out loud to myself in the evenings sometimes.
OH OH OHO OHO and I saw a set of Wodehouse Collection with Pauline Collins like wot (actually not like - actually actually) that I used to watch when I was little .... but I can't remember what shop it was??!?
So this weekend I shall have to try and replicate everything I did two weeks ago (cause I think I forgot I saw it last weekend, but perhaps it was last weekend and I just don't remember that it was last weekend instead of the last last weekend??)
(oh and dan kelly updated his blog, BUT NOT ENOUGH!!!! so I ain't going to link *pouts*)
it was like a mini orgasim in an envelope!!!!!
my delightful and talented and wonderful friend sticky-nikkkkkiiiiii (and I am not just saying that because she gave me his WONDERFUL thing for FREEEEEEE) sent me a print of the picture that I soooo lusted for!!!! (probably this is an unstable amount of exclaimation marks and the internet might explode or something?)
I can't wait until the eldest gets to see it :) I am sure she will try and steal it.
Ha!
she should be so lucky
I did, in fact see the eldest today with my obscenely delightful two and a bit year old niece. I love her sentences. Collecting herbs in the yard and telling me she had money. Her cousin Dukey trying to pretend she was saying 'mummy' so that he could get her to go back inside and he could go back to his computer game and her saying "no dukey, I don't want to go back to mummy, I want to see the chickens!" (and heck, the chickens are great) . She is a two year old with definate ideas and I have been enjoying the reading-out-loud a little too much. In fact, I have been reading out loud to myself in the evenings sometimes.
OH OH OHO OHO and I saw a set of Wodehouse Collection with Pauline Collins like wot (actually not like - actually actually) that I used to watch when I was little .... but I can't remember what shop it was??!?
So this weekend I shall have to try and replicate everything I did two weeks ago (cause I think I forgot I saw it last weekend, but perhaps it was last weekend and I just don't remember that it was last weekend instead of the last last weekend??)
(oh and dan kelly updated his blog, BUT NOT ENOUGH!!!! so I ain't going to link *pouts*)
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
The Ladykillers is on telly. I have always meant to watch it. A colourised version. Alec Guiness looks so odd with those teeth. I would like to look like Mrs Wilberforce when I am old. I shall study her hair style. I don't think I shall ever shrink that much though, so perhaps a lost cause already. Really, I would like to look like Maggie Smith, but that is also not going to happen. Gosh. Peter Sellars looks so young in this.
I am re-reading all my Terry Pratchett books and flaking out with the cats.
Not a lot of admin jobs being advertised at present, though a couple of government jobs which I may attempt a response to. Why must they make the jobs all sound so stessful when they advertise? It's all about needing to be excellent time managers and able to work under pressure in a challenging but rewarding workplace. I don't want a challenging workplace. I don't even care if it is rewarding. I want someone to advertise for an efficient experienced administration support officer who is a quick learner and happy to carry out boring repetitive duties. bah!
Previous workplace's Christmas Party on sunday (which is also my birthday). Am heading along and keen to catchup on the latest gossip.
I am re-reading all my Terry Pratchett books and flaking out with the cats.
Not a lot of admin jobs being advertised at present, though a couple of government jobs which I may attempt a response to. Why must they make the jobs all sound so stessful when they advertise? It's all about needing to be excellent time managers and able to work under pressure in a challenging but rewarding workplace. I don't want a challenging workplace. I don't even care if it is rewarding. I want someone to advertise for an efficient experienced administration support officer who is a quick learner and happy to carry out boring repetitive duties. bah!
Previous workplace's Christmas Party on sunday (which is also my birthday). Am heading along and keen to catchup on the latest gossip.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Update
Well ... it is Thursday.
I decided enough was enough the week before last.
I succombed (if this isn't how it is spelt, then it is how it should be spelt) to my sense of duty Sunday night, upon receipt of a phone call.
I stuck to my guns Tuesday.
I spent a half-day playing stupid match 3 computer game most of Wednesday.
I agreed to play with my not quite 2 years old niece evenings Wednesday and Thursday whilst her daddy was away.
I had an interview that was sadly not to fruit cash due to my arthritis this morning.
I have a potential possibility of a temp job till 13th December.
My mother is arriving 10th.
My old places christmas party, which I would quite like to go to, is 11th Dec.
My fortieth birthday is the same day.
I still can't believe I am turning forty.
It seems like a big birthday.
It feels like I should own my own sound system and car by now.
Instead I have six cats that I am lying to my mother about and have only just found some cheap kitty litter trays with lips.
By lips I mean an attachable rim that faces inward.
That could potentially stop kitty litter being sprayed across the room when the kitties dig, if they didn't just use it to defecate on instead.
WHY!!!!!!!
I've been nice to them!
I've bought them the low fat Tuna.
Low fat tuna for HUMANS EVEN.
gosh darn it
Have I mentioned that my favourite new book series is ...
possibly a new low in my love of childrens books, but they are charming as heck.
I do love when people are being their best.
I don't understand reality tv at all.
I have just finished book two and have my fingers crossed that the temp job works out so that I can buy three and four and still buy Christmas presents for the children.
Not that they deserve it after the display of sloth and slackness exhibited during my week of playing mommy. (I wasn't necessarily a particularly good mommy)
I decided enough was enough the week before last.
I succombed (if this isn't how it is spelt, then it is how it should be spelt) to my sense of duty Sunday night, upon receipt of a phone call.
I stuck to my guns Tuesday.
I spent a half-day playing stupid match 3 computer game most of Wednesday.
I agreed to play with my not quite 2 years old niece evenings Wednesday and Thursday whilst her daddy was away.
I had an interview that was sadly not to fruit cash due to my arthritis this morning.
I have a potential possibility of a temp job till 13th December.
My mother is arriving 10th.
My old places christmas party, which I would quite like to go to, is 11th Dec.
My fortieth birthday is the same day.
I still can't believe I am turning forty.
It seems like a big birthday.
It feels like I should own my own sound system and car by now.
Instead I have six cats that I am lying to my mother about and have only just found some cheap kitty litter trays with lips.
By lips I mean an attachable rim that faces inward.
That could potentially stop kitty litter being sprayed across the room when the kitties dig, if they didn't just use it to defecate on instead.
WHY!!!!!!!
I've been nice to them!
I've bought them the low fat Tuna.
Low fat tuna for HUMANS EVEN.
gosh darn it
Have I mentioned that my favourite new book series is ...
possibly a new low in my love of childrens books, but they are charming as heck.
I do love when people are being their best.
I don't understand reality tv at all.
I have just finished book two and have my fingers crossed that the temp job works out so that I can buy three and four and still buy Christmas presents for the children.
Not that they deserve it after the display of sloth and slackness exhibited during my week of playing mommy. (I wasn't necessarily a particularly good mommy)
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Nachos for dinner, fortune cookies for dessert
fuck but i love this man
with a deep devoted, yet slack and apathetic, non-interventionist kind of love
today is the last day of my babysitting and i shall be much relieved to get back to some solitary time with which to drink excessively if i so feel like it and enjoy the quiet and my cats
i am not used to so much prolonged human company
it is wearying
though the kids are cool
nephew and youngest niece are hilarious
youngest niece has to learn an Irish accent with which to perform her character in drama
ask me not why she is Irish, since it is the four Yorkshire-men sketch
with a deep devoted, yet slack and apathetic, non-interventionist kind of love
today is the last day of my babysitting and i shall be much relieved to get back to some solitary time with which to drink excessively if i so feel like it and enjoy the quiet and my cats
i am not used to so much prolonged human company
it is wearying
though the kids are cool
nephew and youngest niece are hilarious
youngest niece has to learn an Irish accent with which to perform her character in drama
ask me not why she is Irish, since it is the four Yorkshire-men sketch
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
The World of Henry Orient
by Nora Johnson
I am only a page in and it had me at the first paragraph. My uncle Sidney sent it. (well actually to my nieces, but he said I should check it out first to see if they would like it - so fuckit - its mine now).
The first paragraph:
Is that awesome, or what :D
I am only a page in and it had me at the first paragraph. My uncle Sidney sent it. (well actually to my nieces, but he said I should check it out first to see if they would like it - so fuckit - its mine now).
The first paragraph:
"It was very cold that morning in October. The sun had risen, but was only a faint orange blur through the gray fog, and the water of the East River was full of chilly silver glints. I had come early, to avoid the school bus. I indulged myself in this way once a week, to give myself a few moments longer in the comforting society of strangers, and to be able to stand and stare at the insane asylums on Welfare Island before going into the dreaded school building."
Is that awesome, or what :D
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Post coi backspace backspace backspace gig
(it still makes me think of a horse and cart more than it does music)
It was like that line from shakespeare.
Something along the lines of and all englishmen abed will think themselves accursed they were not here.
That is how any Augie March fan would feel if they knew what they had missed out on.
It was great.
I sighed a lot
big heartfelt happy sighs
you know how in the shower everything sounds perfect? It was like the room was a giant shower. The best eva.
Brundisum
Apple of my Eye
The Cold Acre
Glimjack
forget the title, but one of my favourites from Glimjack - chorus: Every morning a new sunrise
The Slant
Here Comes the Night
in celebration for his little sister Sally's birthday and her not being able to afford to come to Brisbane and therefore going to Port Douglas Instead - Bottle Baby
Torpor and Spleen
Turn on you (which he said was his favourite from the album - which is lovely for me cause it means he played it and it is one of the songs from this album that I do tend to hit repeat on, along with the new sunrise [the name will probably come to me as I am drifting off to sleep on the plane this afternoon] and long pigs)
Train
One Crowded Hour
There is no such place
Encore: The night is a Blackbird
Gorgeous old building with battery powered fake candles scattered about, which flickered realisticly - ish. On approach could not believe I had the right building. Then saw little signs. Followed the arrows. Instructions to walk through the gardens and up the stairs.
They turned the light out nearly ten minutes before Mike Noga came on. I tried to just sit quietly but couldn't take it and got my mobile phone out to light my book, so I can't say whether it was his arse my face was inches away from or ... you have no idea how much I wish I hadn't been looking down at my book as he brushed past my chair on the way to the stage.
A rather impressive spill of wine by one of the leather coated trio in front of me. Battled the urge to rush to the bathroom for paper towels to clean up the potential slip and trip. Have spent too long in a Safety Department.
Have been thinking my libido was dead till the ever so delightful Mr Luscombe started playing his guitar. By golly. Fuckin' gee wizz he ain't half awesome. {8:12 am next day reads back wot wrote and smacks wrist for such effuscive and blatant sexual objectification - just because some one is pretty and talented does not mean I am allowed to leer at them, I tell myself - bad sammy - go write out lines}
Kept chanting to myself to remind myself "don't be the last one clapping" - cause one can get a bit carried away sometimes, ey?
Possibly we could have done without the discussion of human feces as inbetween song chit-chat, but actually they can do no wrong and therefore, obviously, the human feces was absolutely essential and there should be more of it.
I hate to say it, but it was well worth missing Doctor Who for.
{8:12 am next day: free internet at hotel - watched it on iview - it was awesome too}
It was like that line from shakespeare.
Something along the lines of and all englishmen abed will think themselves accursed they were not here.
That is how any Augie March fan would feel if they knew what they had missed out on.
It was great.
I sighed a lot
big heartfelt happy sighs
you know how in the shower everything sounds perfect? It was like the room was a giant shower. The best eva.
Brundisum
Apple of my Eye
The Cold Acre
Glimjack
forget the title, but one of my favourites from Glimjack - chorus: Every morning a new sunrise
The Slant
Here Comes the Night
in celebration for his little sister Sally's birthday and her not being able to afford to come to Brisbane and therefore going to Port Douglas Instead - Bottle Baby
Torpor and Spleen
Turn on you (which he said was his favourite from the album - which is lovely for me cause it means he played it and it is one of the songs from this album that I do tend to hit repeat on, along with the new sunrise [the name will probably come to me as I am drifting off to sleep on the plane this afternoon] and long pigs)
Train
One Crowded Hour
There is no such place
Encore: The night is a Blackbird
Gorgeous old building with battery powered fake candles scattered about, which flickered realisticly - ish. On approach could not believe I had the right building. Then saw little signs. Followed the arrows. Instructions to walk through the gardens and up the stairs.
They turned the light out nearly ten minutes before Mike Noga came on. I tried to just sit quietly but couldn't take it and got my mobile phone out to light my book, so I can't say whether it was his arse my face was inches away from or ... you have no idea how much I wish I hadn't been looking down at my book as he brushed past my chair on the way to the stage.
A rather impressive spill of wine by one of the leather coated trio in front of me. Battled the urge to rush to the bathroom for paper towels to clean up the potential slip and trip. Have spent too long in a Safety Department.
Have been thinking my libido was dead till the ever so delightful Mr Luscombe started playing his guitar. By golly. Fuckin' gee wizz he ain't half awesome. {8:12 am next day reads back wot wrote and smacks wrist for such effuscive and blatant sexual objectification - just because some one is pretty and talented does not mean I am allowed to leer at them, I tell myself - bad sammy - go write out lines}
Kept chanting to myself to remind myself "don't be the last one clapping" - cause one can get a bit carried away sometimes, ey?
Possibly we could have done without the discussion of human feces as inbetween song chit-chat, but actually they can do no wrong and therefore, obviously, the human feces was absolutely essential and there should be more of it.
I hate to say it, but it was well worth missing Doctor Who for.
{8:12 am next day: free internet at hotel - watched it on iview - it was awesome too}
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