As I said in my last post, christmas shoppping over and done with. *celebrates*
Yes Kathryn, hate me, hate me like a worm hates the shovel which splits it in two, hate me like the worm hates itself for falling in love with it's 'other half' forgetting they were once the same non sentient being.
I am slowly getting back into the groove of things, slowly giving myself more time to sit down and attempt to write a blog entry, no longer everyday mind you. My poor little brain just can't cope with that. It's too busy focusing on how to escape my skull.
I find myself wanting the presents I buy for other people, and yes for those of you whom watch the Community Channel I do realize that Nat has recently Vlogged about this, that girl just Vlogs about everything, not that I mind I enjoy watching her alone in my dark room. I'm just saying I ain't copying, this was in my head for a while now.
Well, it was in my head ever since I bought my two little sisters their presents. Now, they know what their presents are, and if they don't and read this blog, then they do now. One of them is getting an ice shaver, the other a chocolate fountain.
Now I have to think to myself, why should my sister's get fancy food making machines, when I could be the one sitting there in a bathtub full of rose petals next to an oozing fountain of glorious dark brown seductive goodness whilst shaving ice to make myself a nice cold beverage?
I then realized both items were powered by electricity and probably couldn't do that unless I wanted a side order of electrons and a SHOCKINGLY drastic death.
I guess my point here is that I find myself buying far more extravagant things for other people than I do myself. I just can't find the willpower to spend the money on myself, yet when it come sto a sibling, a friend or even my own damn spoilt cat I find myself emptying my wallet faster than a girl empties a room full of gender confused nerds.
This isn't an interesting blog, hoo boy no, that should be coming soon, when I am not at work. It's just a little piece of food to help keep Billy Bob alive and well.
BIlly Bob, I love you. May you grow up to be big and strong one day.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Tick Tock, Times up!
Tick Tock, Tick Tock
Went the clock, the incessent sound drumming into the back of my skull like a scythe attached to a pendulum, slowly falling, and I, was the helpless victim, bound underneath. A feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach, a lurching omnipresent dread.
Tick, Tock, Tick Tock
My eyes darted to the side, watching the golden hands of the clock seemingly moving in slow motion as if to torture me. To taunt and tease me, as if my life wasn't already a living hell without their childish games.
Tick, Tock, Tick Tock
My hands twitched feverishly, cold and clammy from perspiration as they hovered over the keys, illuminated by a dull electric light. With each press of a button a small 'beep' rings in my ears, a confirmation of small success. Yet in my eyes, it was naught but success, as with each 'click' I knew I was closer to emptying my supplies.
Tick, Tock, Tick Tock
I scurry to th next haven, soon the sun would have set, and all would be lost. TIme truly was of the essence here. Faceless beings surround me, speaking a language I do not understand, shouting to and fro, and bumping into each other. They give no recognition of their animalistic behaivour and I begin to wonder if they have any cognitive thought at all. I attempt to avoid these creatures but find myself surrounded.
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
A panicked Cry for help escapes my dry lips, I reach out, my small hand in search of help yet it meets the coldness of air. The dank dark sense of lonliness. Fear sinks in as I realize that if I want out, I need to do it alone. I muster up what strength I have left, and push my way through these drone like creatures.
It was a maze, I turn left, then right, repeating a craized pattern in search of what I had come here for.
Tick Tock, Tick Tock
I began to grow weary, dirtied feet dragging across the cold reflective floor. Just when I felt that last flicker of hope begin to die my eyes landed on my prize. I gave a startled shout and scampered forth, ignoring all else. I could feel my sanity slipping, perhaps I was turning into one of those mindless drones, I no longer cared. If I could just reach out, and grab it, if I could just hold it close and get the hell out of here I know I would be safe.
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
One last stretch, and I gave an exasperated sigh of relief, as I felt my hands clasp over the cold object, it was cool to the touch, soothing. A comforting peace washed over me, replacing the dread and the fear, the reality around me began to twist and turn. Warping back to what once was, I had suceeded. I gave a sigh of relief as I wiped the sweat from my brow.
The hardest part was over, yet there was still the issue of leaving this horrid place, deep in the bowels of hell.
Tick, Tock, Tick Tock
I slowly began to trace the steps I had taken, ignoring the sudden hurried footsteps of the faceless creatures around me. A loud ringing sound made me, and even the drones pause in their tracks.
'DING'
'Target will be closing in 15 minutes, please make your way to the checkout to finalize any purchases'
The cheery voice made me sick to my stomach, no one could be that happy in such a place, I felt myself shiver. This truly was a new level to hell. I managed to make my way to the exit, handing over the last of my rations in exchange for my prize which I clutched tightly to my chest. My heart beating fast. To the drums of an ongoing war, in memory of those lost in this trek, and in relief as I finally survived, and have finished....
My Christmas Shopping.
Tick, Tock, Tick Tock...
Times almost up.
Went the clock, the incessent sound drumming into the back of my skull like a scythe attached to a pendulum, slowly falling, and I, was the helpless victim, bound underneath. A feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach, a lurching omnipresent dread.
Tick, Tock, Tick Tock
My eyes darted to the side, watching the golden hands of the clock seemingly moving in slow motion as if to torture me. To taunt and tease me, as if my life wasn't already a living hell without their childish games.
Tick, Tock, Tick Tock
My hands twitched feverishly, cold and clammy from perspiration as they hovered over the keys, illuminated by a dull electric light. With each press of a button a small 'beep' rings in my ears, a confirmation of small success. Yet in my eyes, it was naught but success, as with each 'click' I knew I was closer to emptying my supplies.
Tick, Tock, Tick Tock
I scurry to th next haven, soon the sun would have set, and all would be lost. TIme truly was of the essence here. Faceless beings surround me, speaking a language I do not understand, shouting to and fro, and bumping into each other. They give no recognition of their animalistic behaivour and I begin to wonder if they have any cognitive thought at all. I attempt to avoid these creatures but find myself surrounded.
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
A panicked Cry for help escapes my dry lips, I reach out, my small hand in search of help yet it meets the coldness of air. The dank dark sense of lonliness. Fear sinks in as I realize that if I want out, I need to do it alone. I muster up what strength I have left, and push my way through these drone like creatures.
It was a maze, I turn left, then right, repeating a craized pattern in search of what I had come here for.
Tick Tock, Tick Tock
I began to grow weary, dirtied feet dragging across the cold reflective floor. Just when I felt that last flicker of hope begin to die my eyes landed on my prize. I gave a startled shout and scampered forth, ignoring all else. I could feel my sanity slipping, perhaps I was turning into one of those mindless drones, I no longer cared. If I could just reach out, and grab it, if I could just hold it close and get the hell out of here I know I would be safe.
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
One last stretch, and I gave an exasperated sigh of relief, as I felt my hands clasp over the cold object, it was cool to the touch, soothing. A comforting peace washed over me, replacing the dread and the fear, the reality around me began to twist and turn. Warping back to what once was, I had suceeded. I gave a sigh of relief as I wiped the sweat from my brow.
The hardest part was over, yet there was still the issue of leaving this horrid place, deep in the bowels of hell.
Tick, Tock, Tick Tock
I slowly began to trace the steps I had taken, ignoring the sudden hurried footsteps of the faceless creatures around me. A loud ringing sound made me, and even the drones pause in their tracks.
'DING'
'Target will be closing in 15 minutes, please make your way to the checkout to finalize any purchases'
The cheery voice made me sick to my stomach, no one could be that happy in such a place, I felt myself shiver. This truly was a new level to hell. I managed to make my way to the exit, handing over the last of my rations in exchange for my prize which I clutched tightly to my chest. My heart beating fast. To the drums of an ongoing war, in memory of those lost in this trek, and in relief as I finally survived, and have finished....
My Christmas Shopping.
Tick, Tock, Tick Tock...
Times almost up.
Monday, December 7, 2009
A piece of me in December
This is a little something taken from the blog *Notes from the Toothfairy*
I think it's a wonderful Idea, and whilst I am a few days ahead I am still going to write this up~
It is meant to happen on the first Saturday of each month, but First Monday of the month is still good, yes? I'm going to try to remember to do this each month. I always write myself little notes like this, so why not share them with the world? Or at least the blogging world?
I find it funny, both times I have done this now have been on the first Monday of the month~ <3
This month....
I like: Rasberrry chocolate bullets, tasty.
I don't like: Listening to Christmas tunes at the shops, they are crazy
I want you to know: That I don't have cancer but I have about three other diseases which is why I haven't been on blogger for a while, I'll get back into the swing of things soon. It's a little hard trying to do a million things at once, and I really miss blogging. I also blame Role Playing, darn my nerdish nature.
I've planned: To Go on blogger a lot more and getting a suprise organized for someone special
I want to say to someone special: Brandon, I miss you. Stacey, I love you truly and dearly, I miss seeing your lovely smile and I want to be able to talk to you and your wonderful bundle of Joy, Summer.
By the end of this month: I want to FINISH fixing up my blog, notice the new banner, that's right folks, almost there, debating on staying with the black background or going white. I'm thinking staying with the black, and making the browns which you see now black too, with white writing, Nyes?
Did I accomplish last months goals?
Yes and no, I ended up haveing 21 Followers as of November 21st I love you all! <3 This month I am shooting for 25-30
Spread the word and make that happen!
I think it's a wonderful Idea, and whilst I am a few days ahead I am still going to write this up~
It is meant to happen on the first Saturday of each month, but First Monday of the month is still good, yes? I'm going to try to remember to do this each month. I always write myself little notes like this, so why not share them with the world? Or at least the blogging world?
I find it funny, both times I have done this now have been on the first Monday of the month~ <3
This month....
I like: Rasberrry chocolate bullets, tasty.
I don't like: Listening to Christmas tunes at the shops, they are crazy
I want you to know: That I don't have cancer but I have about three other diseases which is why I haven't been on blogger for a while, I'll get back into the swing of things soon. It's a little hard trying to do a million things at once, and I really miss blogging. I also blame Role Playing, darn my nerdish nature.
I've planned: To Go on blogger a lot more and getting a suprise organized for someone special
I want to say to someone special: Brandon, I miss you. Stacey, I love you truly and dearly, I miss seeing your lovely smile and I want to be able to talk to you and your wonderful bundle of Joy, Summer.
By the end of this month: I want to FINISH fixing up my blog, notice the new banner, that's right folks, almost there, debating on staying with the black background or going white. I'm thinking staying with the black, and making the browns which you see now black too, with white writing, Nyes?
Did I accomplish last months goals?
Yes and no, I ended up haveing 21 Followers as of November 21st I love you all! <3 This month I am shooting for 25-30
Spread the word and make that happen!
Sunday, November 29, 2009
November Comes to a Close
As November draws to a close, I find myself becoming immersed in the commercial world that is the holiday known as Christmas.
'Christmas' specials are now beginning to be plastered over every single shop window and during every ad break on TV. They are plastered on bus stops, buses, radios and yes, even written in the sky.
Christmas carols play endlessly on a mindless deary loop in the shopping malls and arcades. Smiling employees don Christmas hats and decorate their stores in shiny tinsel and flashing lights. God I feel sorry for those people, I have to wonder if they go insane or not, listening to all those darned tunes.
The time of year where cakes, turkeys and chickens are practically shoved into your face as you walk down the aisle, candies and puddings, firecrackers and more, all useless yet you can't help but find yourself buying. It probably cost .15 cents to make yet you find yourself paying $5+ for the plastic trinkets to place on your plastic (or real) tree.
Powerbills increase as you throw bright lights over your house and tree, hanging from the walls and ceiling, no real use, they just sit there and look pretty.
I never really understood the commercialism of christmas, all I can say and ask is wish me luck as I myself, will charge headfirst into the stampeding masses looking for that last minute special, as I grab my presents for those I hold close, and probably stop off for a nice cuppa hot chocolate somewhere, and because I am an Australian, I will ride a kangaroo home into the slowly setting sun, over a desert horizon, dotted with bushes and cacti, deprived of water.
In other words, the darn thing jumped out at me, I have done little to no christmas shopping. I better get on the ball, I don't want to leave it last minute~
'Christmas' specials are now beginning to be plastered over every single shop window and during every ad break on TV. They are plastered on bus stops, buses, radios and yes, even written in the sky.
Christmas carols play endlessly on a mindless deary loop in the shopping malls and arcades. Smiling employees don Christmas hats and decorate their stores in shiny tinsel and flashing lights. God I feel sorry for those people, I have to wonder if they go insane or not, listening to all those darned tunes.
The time of year where cakes, turkeys and chickens are practically shoved into your face as you walk down the aisle, candies and puddings, firecrackers and more, all useless yet you can't help but find yourself buying. It probably cost .15 cents to make yet you find yourself paying $5+ for the plastic trinkets to place on your plastic (or real) tree.
Powerbills increase as you throw bright lights over your house and tree, hanging from the walls and ceiling, no real use, they just sit there and look pretty.
I never really understood the commercialism of christmas, all I can say and ask is wish me luck as I myself, will charge headfirst into the stampeding masses looking for that last minute special, as I grab my presents for those I hold close, and probably stop off for a nice cuppa hot chocolate somewhere, and because I am an Australian, I will ride a kangaroo home into the slowly setting sun, over a desert horizon, dotted with bushes and cacti, deprived of water.
In other words, the darn thing jumped out at me, I have done little to no christmas shopping. I better get on the ball, I don't want to leave it last minute~
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
FOXTEL SELLS or does it?
Well, its been a while since I've made a post, so much for the whole make a post everyday thing. Weekends I tend to be out being social with what friends I have, you know the invisible ones in my head? All with their own wacky quirks.
That and doctors, OH LORDY I could go on and on with the doctors and what crazy theories they keep coming up with, I swear they pulled my name out of a jar and then said "Let's mess with this girl."
And mess away they did...still getting tests done but Yes~ Don't have Cancer or PCOS but now they want to send me to a dermatologist, joy, another $200 down the drain~
Righteo, now time for the actual bloggy part of my blog. Remember when I blogged about mall stalls?
Well this week's stall is Foxtel, that's right an advertising placement for Foxtel IQ, Offering free installation, free foxtel IQ free this and free that please don't read our small print just blindly sign the paper stall.
Now me being the friendly little gal I am walked up to the stall and had a nosey, noticing that the guy was having trouble setting it up, he kept getting technical errors.
"You alright? Seem to be having some trouble there." I said, tilting my head to the side to stare into the blue screen of the tv. Heck, even TV's have blue screens of death.
The guy jumped up, and acted as though I never asked the question, "HI THERE! Are you interested in foxtel? We have such and such amazing channels and this and that record live tv, not to mention blah blah blah blah free installation.
You can tell I was paying utmost attention to this mans ramblings, I stopped him and asked. "Do you own foxtel?"
He said no, I asked why, he scratched the back of his head and glanced around, almost afraid, perhaps he was being watched by the higher ups, perhaps he was going to unveil knowledge that was deemed forbidden. He wiped his brow and changed the subject.
"You get three months free!"
I raised an eyebrow and then stated that the programming on foxtel was horrible, things were constantly repeated and there was rarely ever anything new showing.
At this statement he gave another glance around the shops, what had gotten him so scared. "Well..." He began, I leaned in, was he about to divulge this mystifying secret?
"I hope you reconsider next time." He stammered, his voice low, defeated.
Dang, I thought something awesome was going to be said, I went to walk away, bidding him a good day and luck, for the poor bloke would need it.
Just as I turned to walk away, he called out to me.
"Uhm...I agree, I hate foxtel."
I gave a smile, poor, poor guy. Hates the company he works for. I turned and gave him a nod and another smile, "See-ya." I had a smile upon my face, for the lad had stuck up for himself, spoken his mind. Things would surely liven up for me. Little did I know that once my back was turned, he was attacked, jumped by several men cloaked in orange garb, muffling him and whisking him away, more than likely to be brainwashed into loving the Cable TV franchise.
Not much to say really, just another adventure regarding the Mall Stalls~
That and doctors, OH LORDY I could go on and on with the doctors and what crazy theories they keep coming up with, I swear they pulled my name out of a jar and then said "Let's mess with this girl."
And mess away they did...still getting tests done but Yes~ Don't have Cancer or PCOS but now they want to send me to a dermatologist, joy, another $200 down the drain~
Righteo, now time for the actual bloggy part of my blog. Remember when I blogged about mall stalls?
Well this week's stall is Foxtel, that's right an advertising placement for Foxtel IQ, Offering free installation, free foxtel IQ free this and free that please don't read our small print just blindly sign the paper stall.
Now me being the friendly little gal I am walked up to the stall and had a nosey, noticing that the guy was having trouble setting it up, he kept getting technical errors.
"You alright? Seem to be having some trouble there." I said, tilting my head to the side to stare into the blue screen of the tv. Heck, even TV's have blue screens of death.
The guy jumped up, and acted as though I never asked the question, "HI THERE! Are you interested in foxtel? We have such and such amazing channels and this and that record live tv, not to mention blah blah blah blah free installation.
You can tell I was paying utmost attention to this mans ramblings, I stopped him and asked. "Do you own foxtel?"
He said no, I asked why, he scratched the back of his head and glanced around, almost afraid, perhaps he was being watched by the higher ups, perhaps he was going to unveil knowledge that was deemed forbidden. He wiped his brow and changed the subject.
"You get three months free!"
I raised an eyebrow and then stated that the programming on foxtel was horrible, things were constantly repeated and there was rarely ever anything new showing.
At this statement he gave another glance around the shops, what had gotten him so scared. "Well..." He began, I leaned in, was he about to divulge this mystifying secret?
"I hope you reconsider next time." He stammered, his voice low, defeated.
Dang, I thought something awesome was going to be said, I went to walk away, bidding him a good day and luck, for the poor bloke would need it.
Just as I turned to walk away, he called out to me.
"Uhm...I agree, I hate foxtel."
I gave a smile, poor, poor guy. Hates the company he works for. I turned and gave him a nod and another smile, "See-ya." I had a smile upon my face, for the lad had stuck up for himself, spoken his mind. Things would surely liven up for me. Little did I know that once my back was turned, he was attacked, jumped by several men cloaked in orange garb, muffling him and whisking him away, more than likely to be brainwashed into loving the Cable TV franchise.
Not much to say really, just another adventure regarding the Mall Stalls~
Friday, November 20, 2009
Green Haven -Too many Rambles
Greenhaven,
Because I'm a geek, a nerd, an otaku, I can't play sports too well, and right now I have a sniffly nose.
All I need now is an awesome pair of nerd glasses, if anyone has nerd glasses tell me where the bajeebers they got them from. We used to have these thick rimmed black glasses in our science lab back at the ol' secondary school. Should nabbed a few, thinking of such, my little sister goes there still...
*strokes beard*
ANYWAY... I like to arrpee, I really like to RP. In fact, right now I am on Greenhaven, waiting around for someone to post in Haven High.
I have a nieve charecter there named Elise.
She....isn't the brightest bulb in the pack, but gosh darn she is adorable. There will be a picture of herriiight about...
Here..
But that's after I get back from the hospital today, since right now I'm at work and don't have access to the many wonders of the world wide web.
Why am I talking and rambling about an RP site? Because I told the site I would write a blog about it a month ago, but never got around to it. I'm writing it now, sitting at my computer really really needing to pee. But oh no, I need a full bladder for this hospital trip. *shakes fist*
Let's see, today's blog is very very random, because I can't seem to piece together my thoughts, more so, the medication I had to take is making me groggy.
Groggy + work =ahurdurr
Last night there was an amazing storm, thunder and lighting, a wonderful breeze. I danced barefoot in the yard. No Joke. I really really did. It's so energizing and invigorating, besides, one should live each moment, sieze each day, love every second.
Oh, and below, a special song and a special segment for a special follower of mine ;D
~ Reeka and Draggle:
Something bad is coming down - have you heard the news?
Smooze:
Listen up!
Reeka and Draggle:
Get inside...better run and hide - nothing can stop the Smooze
Smooze:
You can't stop me!
Reeka and Draggle:
See the way it slithers forth - spewing gobs of ooze henceforth
Smooze:
I love ooze!
Hydia
Here is comes!
Reeka and Draggle:
Right now!
Hydia, Reeka, and Draggle:
Nothing can stop the Smooze!
Smooze:
No way!
Reeka, Draggle, and Smooze:
You can't escape it...you can't escape it - you haven't got a chance. Yeah!
Hydia:
That evil goo is a witch's brew
Reeka and Draggle:
No matter what you do, it's gonna get to you Anyone who tries to fight is guaranteed to lose Smooze:
Guaranteed!
Reeka and Draggle:
You can't win!
Hydia:
You oughtta pack it in
Hydia, Reeka, Draggle, and Smooze:
Nothing can stop the Smooze
Smooze:
Don't even try!!
Reeka and Draggle:
Here comes the Smooze cruisin' along singin' it's funky, gunky song!
Hydia:
Just ain't no way to stop...
Hydia, Reeka and Draggle:
Our gooey, gooey glop! Ooh! When it comes to witches brews, Smooze is what we choose We won't stop -
nothing else can top our ......... unstoppable Smooze
Smooze:
I love to Smooze!
Reeka and Draggle:
Smooze...nothing can stop the Smooze
Smooze:
Smooze...
Now, for those of you who are awesome and groovy enough to have watched the my little pony movie, did ANYONE else notice that Reeka and Draggle were riding a boat with a sale that was made of a giant bra with nipples? Alas, I am unable to obtain a picture of this fantastical ride.
What a wonderful way to end a blog post, witches riding bra boats
Because I'm a geek, a nerd, an otaku, I can't play sports too well, and right now I have a sniffly nose.
All I need now is an awesome pair of nerd glasses, if anyone has nerd glasses tell me where the bajeebers they got them from. We used to have these thick rimmed black glasses in our science lab back at the ol' secondary school. Should nabbed a few, thinking of such, my little sister goes there still...
*strokes beard*
ANYWAY... I like to arrpee, I really like to RP. In fact, right now I am on Greenhaven, waiting around for someone to post in Haven High.
I have a nieve charecter there named Elise.
She....isn't the brightest bulb in the pack, but gosh darn she is adorable. There will be a picture of herriiight about...
Here..
But that's after I get back from the hospital today, since right now I'm at work and don't have access to the many wonders of the world wide web.
Why am I talking and rambling about an RP site? Because I told the site I would write a blog about it a month ago, but never got around to it. I'm writing it now, sitting at my computer really really needing to pee. But oh no, I need a full bladder for this hospital trip. *shakes fist*
Let's see, today's blog is very very random, because I can't seem to piece together my thoughts, more so, the medication I had to take is making me groggy.
Groggy + work =ahurdurr
Last night there was an amazing storm, thunder and lighting, a wonderful breeze. I danced barefoot in the yard. No Joke. I really really did. It's so energizing and invigorating, besides, one should live each moment, sieze each day, love every second.
Oh, and below, a special song and a special segment for a special follower of mine ;D
~ Reeka and Draggle:
Something bad is coming down - have you heard the news?
Smooze:
Listen up!
Reeka and Draggle:
Get inside...better run and hide - nothing can stop the Smooze
Smooze:
You can't stop me!
Reeka and Draggle:
See the way it slithers forth - spewing gobs of ooze henceforth
Smooze:
I love ooze!
Hydia
Here is comes!
Reeka and Draggle:
Right now!
Hydia, Reeka, and Draggle:
Nothing can stop the Smooze!
Smooze:
No way!
Reeka, Draggle, and Smooze:
You can't escape it...you can't escape it - you haven't got a chance. Yeah!
Hydia:
That evil goo is a witch's brew
Reeka and Draggle:
No matter what you do, it's gonna get to you Anyone who tries to fight is guaranteed to lose Smooze:
Guaranteed!
Reeka and Draggle:
You can't win!
Hydia:
You oughtta pack it in
Hydia, Reeka, Draggle, and Smooze:
Nothing can stop the Smooze
Smooze:
Don't even try!!
Reeka and Draggle:
Here comes the Smooze cruisin' along singin' it's funky, gunky song!
Hydia:
Just ain't no way to stop...
Hydia, Reeka and Draggle:
Our gooey, gooey glop! Ooh! When it comes to witches brews, Smooze is what we choose We won't stop -
nothing else can top our ......... unstoppable Smooze
Smooze:
I love to Smooze!
Reeka and Draggle:
Smooze...nothing can stop the Smooze
Smooze:
Smooze...
Now, for those of you who are awesome and groovy enough to have watched the my little pony movie, did ANYONE else notice that Reeka and Draggle were riding a boat with a sale that was made of a giant bra with nipples? Alas, I am unable to obtain a picture of this fantastical ride.
What a wonderful way to end a blog post, witches riding bra boats
Thursday, November 19, 2009
AWESOME TASTIC
That's what I am baby, awesometastic, not just awesome not just fantastic but awesometastic
Why?
Cause I got given another award! Another Awesome Blogger Award, SEE
It's like the awesome blogger award, but more cooler cause I got awarded it TWICE. That's right, twice to yo face!
This was awarded by a very random Lauren over at The Lauren Daily Experiment (Go there its good ya?) It has to be good because it involves Mr Tumnus.
Now with these awards comes rules, send out to seven people list seven blogs yadda yadda yadda... But I already did that here So rather than do it again I'm just going to say that I already did it and by no means am I going to send multiple links to it
But I do oh so love indulging secrets about my life here on my little Billy Bob, so seven things about me that you may not know
1. I'm being tested for cancer, but Im not stressed or fussed about it, I very very much doubt I have it, and even if I do, I know I will live. I will fight, and I will continue to live life to the fullest each day.
2. I like the old school My little Pony, my favourite one was Fizzy Pop
3. I'm a geek, duh. I'm addicted to Role plays, text based ones. If possible I will sit up all night and RP away with wonderous tantalizing tales. A future blog post about this awaits. You. Have. Been. Warned.
4. I have an ocarina, I play the Ocarina, if you don't know what it is go look it up, then go play Zelda.
5. I love working with clay
6. I can't eat fish
7. I'm watching the movie 'Baby Mama' right now
Once again, thanks Lauren, much love for you <3 see so much love you got a greater than three!
Why?
Cause I got given another award! Another Awesome Blogger Award, SEE
It's like the awesome blogger award, but more cooler cause I got awarded it TWICE. That's right, twice to yo face!This was awarded by a very random Lauren over at The Lauren Daily Experiment (Go there its good ya?) It has to be good because it involves Mr Tumnus.
Now with these awards comes rules, send out to seven people list seven blogs yadda yadda yadda... But I already did that here So rather than do it again I'm just going to say that I already did it and by no means am I going to send multiple links to it
But I do oh so love indulging secrets about my life here on my little Billy Bob, so seven things about me that you may not know
1. I'm being tested for cancer, but Im not stressed or fussed about it, I very very much doubt I have it, and even if I do, I know I will live. I will fight, and I will continue to live life to the fullest each day.
2. I like the old school My little Pony, my favourite one was Fizzy Pop
3. I'm a geek, duh. I'm addicted to Role plays, text based ones. If possible I will sit up all night and RP away with wonderous tantalizing tales. A future blog post about this awaits. You. Have. Been. Warned.
4. I have an ocarina, I play the Ocarina, if you don't know what it is go look it up, then go play Zelda.
5. I love working with clay
6. I can't eat fish
7. I'm watching the movie 'Baby Mama' right now
Once again, thanks Lauren, much love for you <3 see so much love you got a greater than three!
Dreamy Dreams delayed post
Dreams~
I'm going to tell you all what I dreamt last night, because I can.
Now I, being the awesome gal I am keep a dream diary, of which I record al my dreams in. I take the time, usually 5-10 minutse each morning to record my night time adventures in the land of nod.
Sometimes, when I read back on them, I have a lot of trouble attempting to decipher my scibble, I'm thinking about having a personal blog or some little computer written diary to stick them all on. Lordy I have had some interesting dreams, shrimp taking over the world, elemental weapons weilded by arbitors and evil omnipresent entities trying to wreck havoc on all that is living.
But those were not things I dreamt of last night.
No, Last night I dreamt I saved a kitty from starvation, a midnight blue/russian blue whatever you wanna call it. You know the cat with the blue eyes and grey blue fur.. oh Gorgeous. I want one of those, although I suspect Sienna (my current cat) would get a tad bit jealous. She already is jealous of Billy-Bob, and Gladys. Pawing at Gladys and laying on her tender keys. Tut-Tut.
Now why was this kitty starving? Because somehow, for some odd reason it sat atop my grandma's wardrobe/cupboard, and for another odd reason, no one else knew it was there.
I'd sneak it food and water, and became great friends with the furry little fuzzbal, one day, it fell from atop the cupboard. (I assume there was a portal to Narnia there thats where the kitty came from!)
The little kitty got hurt, but it was ok. Because I saved it I did. Now this blog was meant to be for Yesterday, so I honestly can't remember what happened next. I'm pretty sure the kitten loved me and I loved it.
We probably had a tea party on the roof, because that's how the cool kids roll.
I'm going to tell you all what I dreamt last night, because I can.
Now I, being the awesome gal I am keep a dream diary, of which I record al my dreams in. I take the time, usually 5-10 minutse each morning to record my night time adventures in the land of nod.
Sometimes, when I read back on them, I have a lot of trouble attempting to decipher my scibble, I'm thinking about having a personal blog or some little computer written diary to stick them all on. Lordy I have had some interesting dreams, shrimp taking over the world, elemental weapons weilded by arbitors and evil omnipresent entities trying to wreck havoc on all that is living.
But those were not things I dreamt of last night.
No, Last night I dreamt I saved a kitty from starvation, a midnight blue/russian blue whatever you wanna call it. You know the cat with the blue eyes and grey blue fur.. oh Gorgeous. I want one of those, although I suspect Sienna (my current cat) would get a tad bit jealous. She already is jealous of Billy-Bob, and Gladys. Pawing at Gladys and laying on her tender keys. Tut-Tut.
Now why was this kitty starving? Because somehow, for some odd reason it sat atop my grandma's wardrobe/cupboard, and for another odd reason, no one else knew it was there.
I'd sneak it food and water, and became great friends with the furry little fuzzbal, one day, it fell from atop the cupboard. (I assume there was a portal to Narnia there thats where the kitty came from!)
The little kitty got hurt, but it was ok. Because I saved it I did. Now this blog was meant to be for Yesterday, so I honestly can't remember what happened next. I'm pretty sure the kitten loved me and I loved it.
We probably had a tea party on the roof, because that's how the cool kids roll.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
The past, Worms
Now I sometimes find it hard to blog about something interesting that happens to me everyday, since we all know I have little to no life, I'm very surprised I get as many blog entries as I do and even more suprised that I get readers, especially ones that leave such fantabulous (I have a lisp, imagine me saying that for reals yo! Soon my pretties I will be!) comments. Really I love them all, and I read all your blogs in return, although sometimes, and by sometimes I mean practically all the time don't get the chance to comment on them. I do read them all though! Really truly do!
Anyway, I was sitting here contemplating what to write about, then I decided I would talk about my childhood. I may have mentioned this before but I can't remember, its too hot to think.
When I was a kid, I had walkie talkies, I mean, who didn't have those things as a kid? They may have only been able to pick up signals from about 100 meters away but in a child's eyes, that was a strange magic, all of its own. Everything was magic to me.
Now one day, I decided to shove the antenna of my walkie talkie into the ground, to this day I do not know why I did it, perhaps I thought there was an underground society or I was just being little ol' 8 year old me.
To my suprise, I found out that even though it was in the groumd, I got strange mumbled voices, what could these voices be? Perhaps a phone call? Or a tv signal?
Oh no, no, no, no, no....
It was worms. That's right. WORMS I was convinced that the voices I heard were worms, not just any worms but evil worms. Plotting to take over the world. When my mum asked me why I thought this, I shouted back at her, brandishing a tiny fist as I shouted "They are slimy!"
Great logic isn't it?
If it's slimy its going to take over the world, also, the darn things don't die when you cut them in half and they eat rocks.
PS
I just found $2 in my bra.
I have a magic bra~
Anyway, I was sitting here contemplating what to write about, then I decided I would talk about my childhood. I may have mentioned this before but I can't remember, its too hot to think.
When I was a kid, I had walkie talkies, I mean, who didn't have those things as a kid? They may have only been able to pick up signals from about 100 meters away but in a child's eyes, that was a strange magic, all of its own. Everything was magic to me.
Now one day, I decided to shove the antenna of my walkie talkie into the ground, to this day I do not know why I did it, perhaps I thought there was an underground society or I was just being little ol' 8 year old me.
To my suprise, I found out that even though it was in the groumd, I got strange mumbled voices, what could these voices be? Perhaps a phone call? Or a tv signal?
Oh no, no, no, no, no....
It was worms. That's right. WORMS I was convinced that the voices I heard were worms, not just any worms but evil worms. Plotting to take over the world. When my mum asked me why I thought this, I shouted back at her, brandishing a tiny fist as I shouted "They are slimy!"
Great logic isn't it?
If it's slimy its going to take over the world, also, the darn things don't die when you cut them in half and they eat rocks.
See you can learn stuff here at Rambles, and don't say you already knew that stuff, because if you do I'll cry.
Talking about this also reminds me of the game, Worms Armageddon, the game where you led tiny worms with high pitched voices to their deaths, some as suicide bombers, some drowned, some sat meekly in the corner, completely forgotten about till a mine goes off. Gods I loved that game.
Talking about this also reminds me of the game, Worms Armageddon, the game where you led tiny worms with high pitched voices to their deaths, some as suicide bombers, some drowned, some sat meekly in the corner, completely forgotten about till a mine goes off. Gods I loved that game.
PS
I just found $2 in my bra.
I have a magic bra~
Monday, November 16, 2009
Bus driver says What?
Today, on my way to work I felt like crap, it was hot and I was sweaty and in heels...Not a good combination. So there I was, sitting at the bus stop, hot and sweaty and in heels.
Another reason why I felt bad is because of the horrid diseases that just had to pick my body, perhaps it was the tantalizing charm of my skin, or the irresistable musk of my fingernails. Or the soft cushy interior of my blood cells.
It was a typical day at the bus-stop, a guy beside me was reading some sort of book, he was wearing glasses, my guess is that he wanted to look super duper awesome. Almost made me want a pair of my own.
I sat there, staring at the cars go by, wondering what it would be like to sit in their air conditioned goodness, unless of course they didn't have air conditioning and was wearing a skirt sitting atop a leather seat. That would have been rather uncomfortable. I imagined someone having to deal with jus that, and it made me feel better about sitting in the cool breeze, despite the Sun's devil rays.
One bus passed, then two then three.
Finally my bus came along, I picked up my cooler back with a spare pair of shoes and a top, with some water and a bunch of paper, lets see my handy dandy bag also contained some not so handy dandy medication, an old broken watch, three pens (I told ya you need to keep a supply) a set of keys, two wallets, a napkin, a KFC nutrition guide, a hat and some biscuits.
I raised my head to be greeted by an old man bus driver, you never really see many youngin's driving buses, I deduce that there is a whole conspiracy going on, a conspiracy involving bus drivers and world domination.
I think, this man is the MOST friendliest bus driver I have ever met, he greeted me with a very enthusiastic wave of his hand, "GOOD MORNING DARLING!" He cried, I gave him a slight nod and a small smile, masking the immense pain I felt. I said a hello and wished his day well.
He gave a slight frown before commenting, "Don't look so sad, c'mon lassie, smile." I tried to do so again before commenting that I was in acute pain. In turn he turned around and said "Single trip Connsession? That'll be fifty dollars! well not really but imagine if it was! I'd be rich!" I laughed and went to get on the bus. He stopped me and eyed off my french vanilla cappuccino milk. "Where's my chocolate?"
I so totally pulled out a small chocolate from my bag and gave it to him, he looked genuinely surprised. I love making people happy.
It was like that for most everyone who jumped on or even off the bus, he gave them a friendly wave and a bidding of good fortune.
This one guy, and his simple smile, his positive outlook really made my day. They say a smile goes a really long way and I would definately have to agree, just imagine, each and every person who got on that bus would have been greeted with a warm friendly smile, from an old man, a total stranger who was genuinely happy to be there.
I wish the world was filled with more of these people.
On another note, my two good friends Luke and Sammy are now engaged, best wishes to you both~ <3 May you be the envy of all your gay friends.
Yes, Luke and Sammy are gay, I don't judge them, I love them both and think it wonderful that they can express their love in such a way.
He gave a slight frown before commenting, "Don't look so sad, c'mon lassie, smile." I tried to do so again before commenting that I was in acute pain. In turn he turned around and said "Single trip Connsession? That'll be fifty dollars! well not really but imagine if it was! I'd be rich!" I laughed and went to get on the bus. He stopped me and eyed off my french vanilla cappuccino milk. "Where's my chocolate?"
I so totally pulled out a small chocolate from my bag and gave it to him, he looked genuinely surprised. I love making people happy.
It was like that for most everyone who jumped on or even off the bus, he gave them a friendly wave and a bidding of good fortune.
This one guy, and his simple smile, his positive outlook really made my day. They say a smile goes a really long way and I would definately have to agree, just imagine, each and every person who got on that bus would have been greeted with a warm friendly smile, from an old man, a total stranger who was genuinely happy to be there.
I wish the world was filled with more of these people.
On another note, my two good friends Luke and Sammy are now engaged, best wishes to you both~ <3 May you be the envy of all your gay friends.
Yes, Luke and Sammy are gay, I don't judge them, I love them both and think it wonderful that they can express their love in such a way.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Pens *twitch PENS!
In the month that I have worked in the office workplace I have learnt many a thing.
1 - People are scavengers, not saying in a bad way though, when there are tasty treats placed out to eat they will disappear within a matter of minutes, or if the average worker isn't all that hungry, in a matter of a few hours.
2 - Humour is something that is truly needed, if you don't have a good sense of it don't bother working in an office, in fact, don't bother leaving your house, don't watch TV or the news, don't read any books that offer more advice than eating green eggs and ham in a boat.
3 - No matter what the weather is like outside, it is always a comfy temperature in the office, that's right cool as a cucumber. *pulls out surfy dude motion thing*
4 - DISHES there are lots of them
Finally, 5- PENS...
That's right pens, if I have learnt one thing working here it is to safeguard your pen with your very life, and if you are unable to do that, bring an army of pen soilders, green, red, blue, black. No matter the colour, you'll need them at some point.
Pens tend to go missing quite a lot around here, oh yes we joke about the pen thieves and we all have a jolly good laugh. But secretly, we are all very wary of each other. With the shifty eyes that go <.< >.> and the quick darty movements we make as we swipe pens away from our co-workers. It is truly a grim battlefield.
I'm sure it would be the same at any workplace, if you peer through the shiny happy-go-lucky exterior and the friendly faces you'll unviel the mask and see with clear eyes, the sullen faces of weary workers. Whom have not slept in days, nor eaten in months as they ravage to protect what little pens they have left.
Now me, I am quite comfortable with my supply of six...err....five pens. I got two awesome Game Trader ones which I grabbed from Tony, who runs the Game Traders (IT SELLS GAMES) store nearby. Oh yes, I also have two red ones and a blue one.
1 - People are scavengers, not saying in a bad way though, when there are tasty treats placed out to eat they will disappear within a matter of minutes, or if the average worker isn't all that hungry, in a matter of a few hours.
2 - Humour is something that is truly needed, if you don't have a good sense of it don't bother working in an office, in fact, don't bother leaving your house, don't watch TV or the news, don't read any books that offer more advice than eating green eggs and ham in a boat.
3 - No matter what the weather is like outside, it is always a comfy temperature in the office, that's right cool as a cucumber. *pulls out surfy dude motion thing*
4 - DISHES there are lots of them
Finally, 5- PENS...
That's right pens, if I have learnt one thing working here it is to safeguard your pen with your very life, and if you are unable to do that, bring an army of pen soilders, green, red, blue, black. No matter the colour, you'll need them at some point.
Pens tend to go missing quite a lot around here, oh yes we joke about the pen thieves and we all have a jolly good laugh. But secretly, we are all very wary of each other. With the shifty eyes that go <.< >.> and the quick darty movements we make as we swipe pens away from our co-workers. It is truly a grim battlefield.
I'm sure it would be the same at any workplace, if you peer through the shiny happy-go-lucky exterior and the friendly faces you'll unviel the mask and see with clear eyes, the sullen faces of weary workers. Whom have not slept in days, nor eaten in months as they ravage to protect what little pens they have left.
Now me, I am quite comfortable with my supply of six...err....five pens. I got two awesome Game Trader ones which I grabbed from Tony, who runs the Game Traders (IT SELLS GAMES) store nearby. Oh yes, I also have two red ones and a blue one.
The blue one, is a bit of a trickster, I originally had a piece of sticky tape stuck to it with "Tiffany's Pen" The pens name is Peter 'On Nettleham the 3rd But to keep it simple we'll just call him P.E.N. Now Pen went missing, and minutes later was returned with a small message taped to his side that read 'Sorry I stole your Pen, *name*'(name ommitted for privacy cause I am a good girl~) I found this very amusing.
Probably a lot more amusing than a normal person would, so I replied with 'Stop stealing my pen!' written messily in red because red means GRR. The next day P.E.N went missing again, only to return with another message inscribed on his once pure sleek form, "I can't help it" It read.
So in another red fit of redness I scrawled back "FIND YOUR OWN."
...Pen has yet to go missing again.
Although i am sure he went missing once, he just has yet to recieve a tattoo from his other user, Darn P.E.N pimpin' himself out to whatever hand choose sto touch him.
I'm waiting for that other message to appear, for another tattoo to be added to his hard plastic casing.
I took a picture of P.E.N MARVELL AT HIM
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Oh my is that an award I spy?
Such an honour~
Now these little award majigers come with Rules, and the rules are as follows:
1. Thank whoever gave this to you
Gavin, Billy Bob would thank you with hugs and kisses if he could, but he's a blog, so he can't. Instead I'll light a candle and some incense and bless your day with luck~
2. Copy award
I'll copy you good ;D
3. Post it in your blog
Beat you to it.
4. Tell us 7 things that your readers don’t know
Well lets see now, depends on who each reader is, some may know things that others don't but I'll give it a go~
1-Yesterday I found out I had PCOS and a few other things I'd rather not talk about because it would cause uneeded worry and stress
2. I want to become a writer, or make money without a 9-5 job even though I love where I work
3. I want to spend most of my life travelling and seeing the world, meeting new people and experiencing something new and exciting each day.
4. I'm a wiccan, wonder how many people know that by now?
5. I love the wind, don't get me started about how calming it is, it's my element and its the most peaceful thing in the world to me.
6. Despite being an Australian I don't really like the heat, I prefer Autumn, I love the season and the colours, the electric energy in the air.
7.I know more than I let on, sometimes I just play stupid to make people happy or to make things less complicated.
Link 7 new bloggers
Darkmatters -Because I think he has amazing work, I've always loved stop motion animation, and this guy has some serious skill.
I thought my life would be over at 30 A fairly new blog I found, it doesn't get updated much but I do enjoy reading it, and seeing life from a different perspective
Tale of a Dream I love the bright cheery layout of this blog
Sunflower Cake -FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD
Need I say more? What was that? I do? FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD No really, a wonderful sense of humour <3
Let's Fly away now~ A beautiful and wonderfully inspirational blog
I have a bed made of Buttermilk Pancakes Australians Stick together YO *peace sign*
Teen Reads -A random blog because I ran out of Ideas, D: I hada quick readthrough, doesn't seem too bad~
6. Notify winners of the award with a comment on their blog
I'm PREEEEEEEEEEEETy sure I did that to them all I did good yes?
PRAISE ME!
7. Keep being awesome!
Only if you all keep reading my posts :D
once again *shouts and screams and passes out in front of the air conditioner then gets fur in nose from her cat*
END
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Heat Wave and Rememberence Day
I don't know about all you folks up there in the ye' ol' land of Americana, or Scottland or Europe or the Moon, wherever all you lil' bloggers live, but here in the Land Down Under, Blistering Australia. It gets hot. I'm not talking about 'oh gee its a little bit warm out today" I'm talking about "OH GOD MY EYES ARE MELTING" sort of hot.
Here in Australia, being close to to that little red line that cuts the world in half (note to self, go out in a boat and find said line, its real dangit!) it tends to get hot. Now I don't normally do all that well in heat, but I get by, with the aid of Claire the Conditioner and Iced Cream treats. Yet, when I spend the day working in a fairly cool office. Which I am so not totally in and so not totally writing this blog instead of doing work right now. No really, its a quiet time and I got told when it gets really really quiet I can do this, at least that's what a co-worker said.
Anyway...
Sitting in the office, I think "ah, its a little warm." But its not so much that it's a discomfort, the air conditioner (all air conditioners are known as Claire) is on, but with the opening and closing of various doors and the tinkling of bells, cool air quickly escapes off into the big wide world. Where does it go? You could be all sciencey with your facts and knowledge but me, I know the true story.
The cold air wants to be a broadway musical star, how can it strut its stuff on the catwalk when its shoved in a small room or office building? Heck if I was cold air I woulda thrown a blunt object through the window and rode the magic school bus away.
More or less, its not so bad in the office, or even in a house with a mouse. Perhaps you are in a boat, in a moat, or here or there. As long as you aren't standing outside you are good.
I went outside earlier on, to check the letterbox which is in dire need of a new padlock since the current one is old and rusty, hence its name will be Rusty. Rusty is so old and worn the key wont even fit into his elegant hole...hmm maybe rusty should have been a girl, then again who am I to judge Rusty's key antics?
As soon as I went outside I was hit with boiling hot air. Don't ask me how air is boiling, it just is. Air has some percent of water in it, hence it can be boiling! Even the slight breeze had been infected by heats tight strangling grasp. I gave a slight cry, soundless of course, for I didn't want to show any weakness to the heat, I leapt and bounded back towards the safety of the office and shut the door behind me.
The thermometre states that its 37 Degrees Celcius
In summer we are expected to hit high 40's to 50's.
GO on, look up 50 Degreec Celcius in Farenheit, I'd do it but Im too lazy, do it and scream out your amazement at the way I live.
Because we all know that my very existance is amazing.
On a last note, today is Rememberence day. The Eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the Eleventh month.
Cited from Wikipedia, because we ALL know Wikipedia never lies *cough*
In !!AUSTRALIA!! Remembrance Day is always observed on 11 November, although the day is not a public holiday. Services are held at 11am at war memorials and schools in suburbs and towns across the country, at which "Last Post" is sounded by a bugler and a one-minute silence is observed. In recent decades, however, Remembrance Day has been partly eclipsed by ANZAC Day (25 April) as the national day of war commemoration.
Here in Australia, being close to to that little red line that cuts the world in half (note to self, go out in a boat and find said line, its real dangit!) it tends to get hot. Now I don't normally do all that well in heat, but I get by, with the aid of Claire the Conditioner and Iced Cream treats. Yet, when I spend the day working in a fairly cool office. Which I am so not totally in and so not totally writing this blog instead of doing work right now. No really, its a quiet time and I got told when it gets really really quiet I can do this, at least that's what a co-worker said.
Anyway...
Sitting in the office, I think "ah, its a little warm." But its not so much that it's a discomfort, the air conditioner (all air conditioners are known as Claire) is on, but with the opening and closing of various doors and the tinkling of bells, cool air quickly escapes off into the big wide world. Where does it go? You could be all sciencey with your facts and knowledge but me, I know the true story.
The cold air wants to be a broadway musical star, how can it strut its stuff on the catwalk when its shoved in a small room or office building? Heck if I was cold air I woulda thrown a blunt object through the window and rode the magic school bus away.
More or less, its not so bad in the office, or even in a house with a mouse. Perhaps you are in a boat, in a moat, or here or there. As long as you aren't standing outside you are good.
I went outside earlier on, to check the letterbox which is in dire need of a new padlock since the current one is old and rusty, hence its name will be Rusty. Rusty is so old and worn the key wont even fit into his elegant hole...hmm maybe rusty should have been a girl, then again who am I to judge Rusty's key antics?
As soon as I went outside I was hit with boiling hot air. Don't ask me how air is boiling, it just is. Air has some percent of water in it, hence it can be boiling! Even the slight breeze had been infected by heats tight strangling grasp. I gave a slight cry, soundless of course, for I didn't want to show any weakness to the heat, I leapt and bounded back towards the safety of the office and shut the door behind me.
The thermometre states that its 37 Degrees Celcius
In summer we are expected to hit high 40's to 50's.
GO on, look up 50 Degreec Celcius in Farenheit, I'd do it but Im too lazy, do it and scream out your amazement at the way I live.
Because we all know that my very existance is amazing.
On a last note, today is Rememberence day. The Eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the Eleventh month.
Cited from Wikipedia, because we ALL know Wikipedia never lies *cough*
In !!AUSTRALIA!! Remembrance Day is always observed on 11 November, although the day is not a public holiday. Services are held at 11am at war memorials and schools in suburbs and towns across the country, at which "Last Post" is sounded by a bugler and a one-minute silence is observed. In recent decades, however, Remembrance Day has been partly eclipsed by ANZAC Day (25 April) as the national day of war commemoration.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Mall Stalls
Every mall has them, they sell their baubles and gadgets, beauty and make-up, jewelery and even various edible tasty FREE food samples. These little stalls are the backbone of today's supermarket body.
Now I work right next to a small shopping complex, wouldn't really call it a mall, but dangit, I'm still gonna call those little guys mall stalls, because they are out there putting themselves on the line as they flail about in their scarves, perfume, tacos and jewelery. This shopping complex usually only has one mall stall at a time, considering the size that is all the poor girl can handle.
Each week, the mall stall changes, and I always find myself peering down the long stretch of various shops to see what new and exciting stall awaits my little hazel eyes. Last week they had a stall filled with necklaces, rings bracelets, the works. It was all for a low low price of $10, but hey, when you have low low quality you gotta sell it cheap. I do it admit though, some of the things there were really lovely. I bought a butterfly necklace and a bracelet that can only be described as gaudy. Cheap and gaudy, cause that's the way I like it baby.
The week before was a stall advertising gutters and roof insulation, a little boring there really. I was disappointed. Ah! But it didn't stop me from stopping and talking to the guy, who was quite surprised at my interest. although it was fake interest I'm sure it was the highlight of his day. Having a short girl walk up to him and actually asking about the product he was selling. Even though my question was, "Do you have any purple gutters? I like purple." I think he thought I was joking, but no, I was deadly serious. One day, I will own a house and it WILL have purple gutters, with Ivy growing up a wall, I will have a welcome mat with a witty remark etched into it.
Sadly, there was no purple gutter, entertained me during my lunch break though, which is always a good thing. It's better than sitting on a bench being a geek playing my PSP and yelling at various Final Fantasy characters as I battle away in Dissidia.
I would also like to throw out a thanks to everyone, I now have 16 followers, makes me a happy little chappy. Since this here blog is usually my way of filling in time at work during my lunch break. I will soon have a camera, meaning I can finally get my Vlogging under way, tell me little bloggers, when I do start making videos on youtube will you valiantly stride over to there and take a gander?
Each week, the mall stall changes, and I always find myself peering down the long stretch of various shops to see what new and exciting stall awaits my little hazel eyes. Last week they had a stall filled with necklaces, rings bracelets, the works. It was all for a low low price of $10, but hey, when you have low low quality you gotta sell it cheap. I do it admit though, some of the things there were really lovely. I bought a butterfly necklace and a bracelet that can only be described as gaudy. Cheap and gaudy, cause that's the way I like it baby.
The week before was a stall advertising gutters and roof insulation, a little boring there really. I was disappointed. Ah! But it didn't stop me from stopping and talking to the guy, who was quite surprised at my interest. although it was fake interest I'm sure it was the highlight of his day. Having a short girl walk up to him and actually asking about the product he was selling. Even though my question was, "Do you have any purple gutters? I like purple." I think he thought I was joking, but no, I was deadly serious. One day, I will own a house and it WILL have purple gutters, with Ivy growing up a wall, I will have a welcome mat with a witty remark etched into it.
Sadly, there was no purple gutter, entertained me during my lunch break though, which is always a good thing. It's better than sitting on a bench being a geek playing my PSP and yelling at various Final Fantasy characters as I battle away in Dissidia.
I would also like to throw out a thanks to everyone, I now have 16 followers, makes me a happy little chappy. Since this here blog is usually my way of filling in time at work during my lunch break. I will soon have a camera, meaning I can finally get my Vlogging under way, tell me little bloggers, when I do start making videos on youtube will you valiantly stride over to there and take a gander?
Monday, November 9, 2009
Microwaveable what?
I for one, don't really use my microwave, I do know it was clean once upon a time, but last night, during the taco preparations a little Friend known as Dylan went to venture into Molly the microwave, only to stand back and gasp really loudly, literally, he gasped loudly. Inhaling deeply with a "HUUURFFFH?!" (I don't know how to write a gasp in letters~)
He pointed at Molly, who was indecently exposing herself, "LOOK AT THIS!" He cried, I raised an eyebrow and tiptoed over to the microwave, sharp pointy knife in hand, expecting some sort of Gremlin to pop out at us. Yet I found that I too, gave a gasp, one of shock and horror, of pure and utter disgust. For her inner walls (insert bad dirty jokes here) were lined with a thin layer of what appeared to be a cheesy grease like substance. I shook my head and held my breath for the odour, as slight as it may have been was not something that I had wished to smell. I took a step back deciding that perhaps I could go back to hacking away at minced meat.
Dylan gave a sigh and grabbed the cleaning products and dismantled the inside of Molly, his hands caressing her had case, gently taking out her sheek glass tray and his fingers rolling ever so gently over her own little rollers. Molly gave a slight 'click' followed by a 'clack' of satisfaction. I raised my eyebrows, feeling slightly guilty since he was my friend, why should he have to clean out my Molly?
I piped up waving the knife around like the crazy fool I am, "Dylan, you don't have to clean that, I'll do it on the weekend."
His eye twitched, a look of defiance and determination upon his grizzled face as he held up a blue cloth, "I will not eat ANYTHING that has touched that." He said, pointing towards Molly the microwave.
His eye twitched, a look of defiance and determination upon his grizzled face as he held up a blue cloth, "I will not eat ANYTHING that has touched that." He said, pointing towards Molly the microwave.
I shrugged my shoulders, I did agree with him but my mind was focused on biting into oozing succulent tacos, "You ate from it last week."
Dylan shook his head, "I didn't know it was that bad." Was that a hint of sorrow, regret in his voice? Did he form some kind of bond with Molly that I was unaware of? He fell silent, his dark eyes focused on the floor, a soft wind blew through the window, picking up particles of dust, I watched as they danced along the lino floor. He spoke, his voice low, deadly. "Who did this...."
I shrugged, "Probably Jayjoo and Rynee (names changed to maintain secrecy) they always made melted cheese sammiches in Molly, they used to eat about three or four a day." After saying this I decided to move to the other side of the wooden kitchen table, if Dylan had formed some kind of secret bond with Molly, his heart may have been enraged with this knowledge, knowing that other MEN had voilated her, pressed her buttons at their own sheer delight, leaving her neglected and dirty.
My hunch was right, he raised his eyes to look at me, now a murderous rage stared me in the face, I felt as though I was staring at a wolf whom had cornered its prey. He licked his lips, and cracked his knuckles, almost as though he was ready to pounce. I cringed, holding the knife out in front of me in some meek attempt to defend myself. He opened his mouth, as though to say something, or perhaps take a bite out of my tasty shoulder meat, instead he met me with a sigh. His eyes darting back to Molly, he lifted up the washcloth and began to ever so gently clean her out. The kitchen was silent an air of unbroken silence, layered thick with an unease.
I went back to the meat, placing it in the pan, a crackle and a low 'sizzle' broke the silence and the thick air of dread. The simple action of cooking dead, juicy meat seemed to have lifted spirits, for that action, that sound and that smell, meant only one thing.
Dinner would be ready soon.
Dylan gave a satisfied sigh, followed by a satisfied beep from Molly. "It's CLEAN" He shouted in delight, "quick grab the camera!" So I, oh so hastily grabbed my camera and took a photo of Molly all nice and clean, and Dylan next to his new lady friend, both are really happy that the job had been done.
Here is a photo. Didn't get one of Molly when she was all dirty...and filthy...covered in grease and oil...yeah no.
P.S Dylan please don't kill me for making it sound like you had 'fun' with the microwave.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Served ice cold with a dash of snide
I haven't been on in a few days, BAD TIFFY BAD.
I should scold myself, perhaps with some hot water, or melted chocolate. Yes I should definaltey scold myself by jumping into a vat of chocolate, that would be a good punishment...right?
Don't you find it annoying when you walk into a store and the staff give you strange looks?
I swear that the majority of them judge you on your clothes, for instance, the other day I walked into a 'businessy' type store which was fairly espensive, but hey I was there to buy some buisnessy outfit for my buisnessy work. Now, it was a weekend so I obviously wasn't all dressed up, I had some denim shorts on and a grey shirt with a butterfly on it.
Because butterflies are awesome.
As I was browsing through the store, a woman comes up to me, and gives me a sneer and goes "Can I...hep you?" I ignored her obvious sneer and assumed that perhaps her collegan pumped face just couldn't help it so I nodded and replied, "Why yes, I'm looking for a pencil skirt, preferably black and perhaps one with a slit up the side?" She scoffed and said "Perhaps you want to try a different store, we sell business clothes here."
Well DUH why the hell do you think I'm in your shop? I sure as heckery didn't go in there to buy an ice cream or a seedy pornographic fim did I?
I shrugged her off and said, "I'll just look myself." In the end I found a skirt, and it was on one of those clearance racks, for $29.90 which to me is still really expensive for a skirt, but hey with the other ones retailing at $90.oo I figured this would be my best bet. So I bought it to the counter. Where the same girl stared at me as though I was a bum off the street. "Oh..so is that all?" she asks, picking up the skirt as though it was diseased. I gave a nod and handed her a $100 bill. She raised her eyebrow at me, probably assuming I stole it but it was a sale and who was she to turn down a customer?
I walked out of the store, and proceeded to go into another store, since I was going to buy my friend a birthday present, now this store was more suited to what I was wearing, Jay-Jays. Pretty much has all sorts of stuff there, can't really describe the fashion since I am far from a fashionista. I wear feather earings, which I think is the coolest thing since sliced bread.
The attendants there were really kind, asked me how my day was, if I needed any help offered a variety of alternatives when I couldn't find exactly what I was looking for and even ended up giving me a discount because I had bought a few things.
Do people in clothes stores Really judge you by the way you are dressed? really now, I think it's stupid, if I really DID look like a bum and walked into a high class store, then you can all look down on me with your condesending stares and dark eyes heavy with make-up all you want. But no, I am fairly well presented, even if I do have feathers in my ears and butterflies on my shirt, my hair is neat and I don't smell. So get a life.
Has anyone had that happen to them before? Have any of you been looked down upon after walking into a store?
I should scold myself, perhaps with some hot water, or melted chocolate. Yes I should definaltey scold myself by jumping into a vat of chocolate, that would be a good punishment...right?
Don't you find it annoying when you walk into a store and the staff give you strange looks?
I swear that the majority of them judge you on your clothes, for instance, the other day I walked into a 'businessy' type store which was fairly espensive, but hey I was there to buy some buisnessy outfit for my buisnessy work. Now, it was a weekend so I obviously wasn't all dressed up, I had some denim shorts on and a grey shirt with a butterfly on it.
Because butterflies are awesome.
As I was browsing through the store, a woman comes up to me, and gives me a sneer and goes "Can I...hep you?" I ignored her obvious sneer and assumed that perhaps her collegan pumped face just couldn't help it so I nodded and replied, "Why yes, I'm looking for a pencil skirt, preferably black and perhaps one with a slit up the side?" She scoffed and said "Perhaps you want to try a different store, we sell business clothes here."
Well DUH why the hell do you think I'm in your shop? I sure as heckery didn't go in there to buy an ice cream or a seedy pornographic fim did I?
I shrugged her off and said, "I'll just look myself." In the end I found a skirt, and it was on one of those clearance racks, for $29.90 which to me is still really expensive for a skirt, but hey with the other ones retailing at $90.oo I figured this would be my best bet. So I bought it to the counter. Where the same girl stared at me as though I was a bum off the street. "Oh..so is that all?" she asks, picking up the skirt as though it was diseased. I gave a nod and handed her a $100 bill. She raised her eyebrow at me, probably assuming I stole it but it was a sale and who was she to turn down a customer?
I walked out of the store, and proceeded to go into another store, since I was going to buy my friend a birthday present, now this store was more suited to what I was wearing, Jay-Jays. Pretty much has all sorts of stuff there, can't really describe the fashion since I am far from a fashionista. I wear feather earings, which I think is the coolest thing since sliced bread.
The attendants there were really kind, asked me how my day was, if I needed any help offered a variety of alternatives when I couldn't find exactly what I was looking for and even ended up giving me a discount because I had bought a few things.
Do people in clothes stores Really judge you by the way you are dressed? really now, I think it's stupid, if I really DID look like a bum and walked into a high class store, then you can all look down on me with your condesending stares and dark eyes heavy with make-up all you want. But no, I am fairly well presented, even if I do have feathers in my ears and butterflies on my shirt, my hair is neat and I don't smell. So get a life.
Has anyone had that happen to them before? Have any of you been looked down upon after walking into a store?
Thursday, November 5, 2009
The life of a gamer
We are the few, the proud, the geeky.
Huddled in the corners of our dark, dank rooms, with sullen faces illuminated by the soft eerie glow of various computer screens. There is a strange odour in the air, a mixture of body oudor, spilled soft drink, cheesy chips and of course the dusty/musky smell of the whirring fans, spinning continously to keep our little mechanical boxes at a safe or near safe temperature.
The sound of clicks and clacks fill the room, as fingers mercelissly swipe across the keyboard, and the mouse jolts with a mere flick of the wrist. Perhaps an ogre is being slaughtered by a holy knight. Or a dark elf has just cast a might ice spell that has obliterated her foes. There is little to no banter, as concentration is soley on the mission at hand. Cities crumble and fall, armies rise to fight, only to die by the hands of their very creators.
The gamers.
There is a scream, a shout of protest as one of the gamers throws his hands up in protest, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. He fidgets in his chair and cracks his fingers, leaning forward so that his forehead was mere inches away from the screen, for the next battle, would need the utmost concentration.
A slight scoff comes from the other side of the cramped room, as a voice proclaims "Ah I see what you did thar."
A slight chuckle ripples through the crowd, as the gamers hold a language all of their own, another replies. "Well you just lost 'The Game' " A wave of moans and groans ripple through the crowded room now. As they start to throw cheese doodles and skittles at the grinning lad.
A carefree life, a simple life these people lead. Despite the fact that their lives may seem dull, dreary and unsocial they have a world all of their own. Various characters that do anything they command. Guilds-team members rush to your aid the moment you may holler for help.
The natural enemy of these people,
slow internet connections, lack of sustainance, which usually consists of high sugar concentrated candy, soft drinks, sodas and chips. The lucky gamer may even have a side of McDonalds or KFC, the dreaded D/C or disconnections that happen from time to time, especially during large LANS when the wireless modems are running at double their standard speeds.
The question is, are you one of us? Or are you against us?
Huddled in the corners of our dark, dank rooms, with sullen faces illuminated by the soft eerie glow of various computer screens. There is a strange odour in the air, a mixture of body oudor, spilled soft drink, cheesy chips and of course the dusty/musky smell of the whirring fans, spinning continously to keep our little mechanical boxes at a safe or near safe temperature.
The sound of clicks and clacks fill the room, as fingers mercelissly swipe across the keyboard, and the mouse jolts with a mere flick of the wrist. Perhaps an ogre is being slaughtered by a holy knight. Or a dark elf has just cast a might ice spell that has obliterated her foes. There is little to no banter, as concentration is soley on the mission at hand. Cities crumble and fall, armies rise to fight, only to die by the hands of their very creators.
The gamers.
There is a scream, a shout of protest as one of the gamers throws his hands up in protest, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. He fidgets in his chair and cracks his fingers, leaning forward so that his forehead was mere inches away from the screen, for the next battle, would need the utmost concentration.
A slight scoff comes from the other side of the cramped room, as a voice proclaims "Ah I see what you did thar."
A slight chuckle ripples through the crowd, as the gamers hold a language all of their own, another replies. "Well you just lost 'The Game' " A wave of moans and groans ripple through the crowded room now. As they start to throw cheese doodles and skittles at the grinning lad.
A carefree life, a simple life these people lead. Despite the fact that their lives may seem dull, dreary and unsocial they have a world all of their own. Various characters that do anything they command. Guilds-team members rush to your aid the moment you may holler for help.
The natural enemy of these people,
slow internet connections, lack of sustainance, which usually consists of high sugar concentrated candy, soft drinks, sodas and chips. The lucky gamer may even have a side of McDonalds or KFC, the dreaded D/C or disconnections that happen from time to time, especially during large LANS when the wireless modems are running at double their standard speeds.
The question is, are you one of us? Or are you against us?
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
I love you- Tributes
Another dedication blog to the people who are important in my life, I want to try to do these once a month, even if the people I want to talk about don't read my blog, it makes me feel happy to write about them, it's a small tribute to those who are important in my life. A tribute that will stay imprinted on the web for years to come. If you were in the last tribute post and not in this one, don't fret, I haven't forgotten you or suddenly decided we are not down with it or kool kats, it just means I am lazy.
Unless some kind of super virus attacks the entire interwebs like in .Hack...
Names I tried to write in alphabetical order, read on and watch me fail.
Bloggers- Thanks for reading, folowing and creating such amazing stories and tales of your daily lives, you all keep me very entertained whilst I'm at work.
Brandon- Not a day goes by where I don't thikn of you, the distance between us is great, but they say that those who travel for love finds a thousand miles not longer than one. Which I believe is very true, even though I miss the warmth, the slightest soft touch, thinking of you, talking to you...it's like you're really there beside me.
Courtney- You appeared in my other tribute blog and you're appearing again. You are an awesome friend, and even though I think we need to see each other more often I wouldn't trade our friendship for the world, or a pile of chocolate equal to the mass of the world, it means I really care about you and our cups of sugar! RinXLen <3
Dylan P R Sharp Yes I put the initials there to annoy you. We've been friends since we were what...4? that's15 years yo! Pretty dang good I think, hurry up and get a job, remind me to take you out a few nights, or take you to an anime convention ,lets see if we can bag you a nice girlfriend. You deserve it.
Kaykenday- For giving me someone to talk to whilst at work, shit we've been through a lot eh?
Keri - My little lesbian friend/fiance/husband twice divorced. You are another friend whom I've had for the longest time, you are a very complex individual, sometimes you are too kind and giving for your own good, but gosh I love you that way, don't ever change. Don't ever doubt yourself and dont' take nothing from nobody! Be a manly man! ~
(The) Lukes- Because I was too lazy to make seperate ones for straight and gay luke. You are both Awesome, Gay luke, I'm scared I still cant find my pokemans, straight luke, you and your family are all absolutely awesome friendly kind amazing people. Don't ever let anyone get you down.
Mahailia- We haven't seen each other for ages, but when I do see you it seems like it was only yesterday, I hope we can catch up more often now. I love your sense of style and fashion, how no matter what you do its completly and utterly unique. I love your art and hope to have it on display in my house one day.
Nick and house across the Street from Nick- We need to hang out more often, see nick!! I don't forget about you! I even invited you to taco night, TACO NIGHT so I hope you enjoy it, even if we did have to eat on the floor, covering our meals in fear that my crazy cat Sienna would try to attack and eat it. Ed, hello, Damo and Josh and others in house whose name I can't remember, you have an awesome dog. Damo keep at it despite what you say you are a good driver.
Radical Dreamers -Once agianm like family blah blah family blah. Thanks to Tsumi for always being there and special uber thanks to Toxin for introducing me to one of the MOST amazing bands ever, Shaolin Temple of Boom.
Raina- I really do care about you, and Brandon does too~ I like to consider us as great friends even though we don't get to talk much, I can't wait to meet you and Garion one day :D
Sammy- MUMMY MUMMY MUMMAH! MUM!
Still love teasing you, now and forever more~
Stacey- You have a beautiful baby Girl, you are a strong independant woman who can do anything you set your mind too, the times you are in now are going to be your most toughest, but don't worry I'll be there by your side whenever I can sporting vegetarian meals, then I'll eat meat with your Fiance' in another room <3>
Zydrate- Because its cool, yo!
Unless some kind of super virus attacks the entire interwebs like in .Hack...
Names I tried to write in alphabetical order, read on and watch me fail.
Bloggers- Thanks for reading, folowing and creating such amazing stories and tales of your daily lives, you all keep me very entertained whilst I'm at work.
Brandon- Not a day goes by where I don't thikn of you, the distance between us is great, but they say that those who travel for love finds a thousand miles not longer than one. Which I believe is very true, even though I miss the warmth, the slightest soft touch, thinking of you, talking to you...it's like you're really there beside me.
Courtney- You appeared in my other tribute blog and you're appearing again. You are an awesome friend, and even though I think we need to see each other more often I wouldn't trade our friendship for the world, or a pile of chocolate equal to the mass of the world, it means I really care about you and our cups of sugar! RinXLen <3
Dylan P R Sharp Yes I put the initials there to annoy you. We've been friends since we were what...4? that's15 years yo! Pretty dang good I think, hurry up and get a job, remind me to take you out a few nights, or take you to an anime convention ,lets see if we can bag you a nice girlfriend. You deserve it.
Kaykenday- For giving me someone to talk to whilst at work, shit we've been through a lot eh?
Keri - My little lesbian friend/fiance/husband twice divorced. You are another friend whom I've had for the longest time, you are a very complex individual, sometimes you are too kind and giving for your own good, but gosh I love you that way, don't ever change. Don't ever doubt yourself and dont' take nothing from nobody! Be a manly man! ~
(The) Lukes- Because I was too lazy to make seperate ones for straight and gay luke. You are both Awesome, Gay luke, I'm scared I still cant find my pokemans, straight luke, you and your family are all absolutely awesome friendly kind amazing people. Don't ever let anyone get you down.
Mahailia- We haven't seen each other for ages, but when I do see you it seems like it was only yesterday, I hope we can catch up more often now. I love your sense of style and fashion, how no matter what you do its completly and utterly unique. I love your art and hope to have it on display in my house one day.
Nick and house across the Street from Nick- We need to hang out more often, see nick!! I don't forget about you! I even invited you to taco night, TACO NIGHT so I hope you enjoy it, even if we did have to eat on the floor, covering our meals in fear that my crazy cat Sienna would try to attack and eat it. Ed, hello, Damo and Josh and others in house whose name I can't remember, you have an awesome dog. Damo keep at it despite what you say you are a good driver.
Radical Dreamers -Once agianm like family blah blah family blah. Thanks to Tsumi for always being there and special uber thanks to Toxin for introducing me to one of the MOST amazing bands ever, Shaolin Temple of Boom.
Raina- I really do care about you, and Brandon does too~ I like to consider us as great friends even though we don't get to talk much, I can't wait to meet you and Garion one day :D
Sammy- MUMMY MUMMY MUMMAH! MUM!
Still love teasing you, now and forever more~
Stacey- You have a beautiful baby Girl, you are a strong independant woman who can do anything you set your mind too, the times you are in now are going to be your most toughest, but don't worry I'll be there by your side whenever I can sporting vegetarian meals, then I'll eat meat with your Fiance' in another room <3>
Zydrate- Because its cool, yo!
Taco Taco
Tacos
They're tasty and crunchy, and filled with so many innuendo's that they're practically overflowing edible sex jokes. Let's see how many we can make in the one post, shall we? I like Tacos (see look there's one there) They're tasty, filling and satisfying and fairly easy to make.
Yet, me being the daughter of my mother, always makes too much, so I invited a few friends over. This was a few weeks ago, then last week, and now again this week. See, we now have a special night called 'Taco night' at my house, where me and my friends get together to share the bountiful joy of the succulent taco. It was originally only three people, including myself. In the past two weeks that number has skyrocketed to ten. I was happy about this, untill I realized something.
I only have four chairs.
Reminds me of that scene in family guy, when Peter asks what heaven is like and he gets a rather blunt reply of... "There's a lack of chairs."
So now I have to wonder where to put all my hungry salivating friends. Will we stand around a table? or perhaps sit on the floor on a blanket? Either way I'll work something out. I find that tacos are fairly messy, no matter how careful you are with eating them, you always tend to get juices dripping down your chin, and they seem to burst on you, showering you in meaty cheesy, lettucey mess.
Just a small note about the cooking instructions for the shells that my dear Keri found. 'Insert into mouth of taco to keep taco wide."
It amused me, greatly amused me. Especially with my mind.
It was one of those little plastic wedges, that you have in the tacos to stop them from curving down or snapping or whatever the hell it is that tacos do when they get all hot in the oven.
Overall I'm really looking forward to taco night, and figured I would blogt about it since I can't think of anything else to write about, perhaps I should write my entries at night rather than in the middle of the day. Who knows, I might get trampled by Kangaroos on the way home.
Because in Australia, that's what happens.
They're tasty and crunchy, and filled with so many innuendo's that they're practically overflowing edible sex jokes. Let's see how many we can make in the one post, shall we? I like Tacos (see look there's one there) They're tasty, filling and satisfying and fairly easy to make.
Yet, me being the daughter of my mother, always makes too much, so I invited a few friends over. This was a few weeks ago, then last week, and now again this week. See, we now have a special night called 'Taco night' at my house, where me and my friends get together to share the bountiful joy of the succulent taco. It was originally only three people, including myself. In the past two weeks that number has skyrocketed to ten. I was happy about this, untill I realized something.
I only have four chairs.
Reminds me of that scene in family guy, when Peter asks what heaven is like and he gets a rather blunt reply of... "There's a lack of chairs."
So now I have to wonder where to put all my hungry salivating friends. Will we stand around a table? or perhaps sit on the floor on a blanket? Either way I'll work something out. I find that tacos are fairly messy, no matter how careful you are with eating them, you always tend to get juices dripping down your chin, and they seem to burst on you, showering you in meaty cheesy, lettucey mess.
Just a small note about the cooking instructions for the shells that my dear Keri found. 'Insert into mouth of taco to keep taco wide."
It amused me, greatly amused me. Especially with my mind.
It was one of those little plastic wedges, that you have in the tacos to stop them from curving down or snapping or whatever the hell it is that tacos do when they get all hot in the oven.
Overall I'm really looking forward to taco night, and figured I would blogt about it since I can't think of anything else to write about, perhaps I should write my entries at night rather than in the middle of the day. Who knows, I might get trampled by Kangaroos on the way home.
Because in Australia, that's what happens.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Pidgeons
Today, as I was collecting the post for my work, I walked past a group of pidgeons, now these pidgeons were happily pecking away at some bread crumbs outside of the bakery. Just mindin' their own pidgeony business.
Too bad they were in the way, I tried to step over them and make noises to get them to move, but the darn things didn't budge. They were either too stubborn, too lazy or just plain hungry. So here I am balancing newspapers and letters in one hand and milk in the other trying to slowly edge my way around the little flying critters, cause even though they're annoying little buggers I didn't want to hurt them.
Too bad I'm not as gracefull as I like to think, I ended up stepping on the tail of one of them,I freaked and jumped off immediately yelling "Oh no! I'm sorry!"
People who passed me by gave me weird looks, here is this girl, balancing various items on her shoulders screaming apologies at pidgeons. So, I'm not suprised, I ignored the passerbys and just HAD to make sure the pidgeon was ok.
It was fine, it looks as though it didn't even realize I stepped on it, so I gave a small sigh and made my journey back to work.
However...behind me I hear a slight "coo....coo..."
I ignore it and hasten my pace, the noise gets louder, "COO...COO!" I turn around and there are about four pidgeons following me, I wave my hand, dropping the newspaper as I said once again, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to step on you, I have no food!"
I honestly don't think Pidgeons can understand us, and if they can the bastards are playing dumb, for the pidgeons jumped on my newspaper, so I slowly tried to slide it out from underneath them, all the while getting gawked at by people who just so happen to pass me by and catch sight of my unusual daily antics. I managed to retrieve the paper and get back to work.
Now I am sitting here, typing this, and I swear I can still hear the faint, distant 'cooing' of the pidgeons.
On a completely different note I'm gonna try real hard like to make one post everyday, or have at least 30 posts for November.
I decided to set myself three little Blogger goals to accomplish by the end of this month
1-get 15-20 Followers on my blog
2- make a post a day
3- Slightly change the scheme of it to make it more bright and colourful
Do any of you have any little Blogger goals?
Monday, November 2, 2009
A piece of me~
This is a little something taken from the blog *Notes from the Toothfairy*
I think it's a wonderful Idea, and whilst I am a few days ahead I am still going to write this up~
It is meant to happen on the first Saturday of each month, but First Monday of the month is still good, yes? I'm going to try to remember to do this each month. I always write myself little notes like this, so why not share them with the world? Or at least the blogging world?
This month....
I like: Dried banana's, I've really gotten into them lately
I don't like: not having much to do at work, I feel a little useless
I want you to know: That the Irony of love is that it garantees some degree of anger, fear and criticism.
I've planned: To go to my friends 21st Birthday, I miss her and haven't seen her for almost a year
I want to say to someone special: Brandon, I always love you, I couldn't be any more happier than I am now, knowing that I'm going to marry you and be with you forever.
I think it's a wonderful Idea, and whilst I am a few days ahead I am still going to write this up~
It is meant to happen on the first Saturday of each month, but First Monday of the month is still good, yes? I'm going to try to remember to do this each month. I always write myself little notes like this, so why not share them with the world? Or at least the blogging world?
This month....
I like: Dried banana's, I've really gotten into them lately
I don't like: not having much to do at work, I feel a little useless
I want you to know: That the Irony of love is that it garantees some degree of anger, fear and criticism.
I've planned: To go to my friends 21st Birthday, I miss her and haven't seen her for almost a year
I want to say to someone special: Brandon, I always love you, I couldn't be any more happier than I am now, knowing that I'm going to marry you and be with you forever.
gotta love you Blogger
Ok, so I have a few blogs saved as Drafts, this is just in case I don't have the time to write another blog, or if I was in a chatty mood and wrote about three diferent things in one day, I'm not going to post three times in one day. Billy Bob would get fat and lazy.
Heck, he already sits about the house and does little to nothing except moan about how hungry he is and about how he wants to squish out of the computer screen and grow limbs and travel around the world as an 80's swing dancer.
Unfortunately, half these drafts publish themselves s the date they were written, when I want them to be published here and now. I'm pretty dang sure you can set an exact date and time to publish them but I am lazy and haven't bothered to do so yet~
Ah well, I wanted a fancy pancy post today but instead you have this, so to make everything perfect here is a rabbit with a pancake on its head.
Heck, he already sits about the house and does little to nothing except moan about how hungry he is and about how he wants to squish out of the computer screen and grow limbs and travel around the world as an 80's swing dancer.
Unfortunately, half these drafts publish themselves s the date they were written, when I want them to be published here and now. I'm pretty dang sure you can set an exact date and time to publish them but I am lazy and haven't bothered to do so yet~
Ah well, I wanted a fancy pancy post today but instead you have this, so to make everything perfect here is a rabbit with a pancake on its head.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Time
Time;
So few people acknowledge its true meaning.
Grasp small moments before they pass you by.
Turn and see the world in a new light.
A new view.
A new vision.
Life.
Purity.
Where has the purity gone?
Sapped into a void,
people, accepting that which is brought towards them.
Accepting their fate.
Not breaking free from the chains that bind them.
Puppets that walk with blind eyes
.Feel with numb fingers.
Smell with a blocked nose.
Taste bland blends.
Why?
If they chose to broke free, to walk their own path.
People would see the light,
Tear away from the strings of fate.
Open your eyes to a bright tomorrow
touch, feel the warmth of life
take a deep breath of fresh air, pure and untainted
Taste the fruits of the earths harvest.
Before it is too late.
Live
Life
Hope
Love
A blog about nothing -happy tenth Burfdai
Friends are like a box of chocolate, if you take a bite outta one, and don't like it you can spit it back out.
So, I find that the last few blogs of mine probably haven't been that funny, and I told myself that darnit, I'll try to make my blogs funny or at least meaningful. Because if I can make just one person smile when they read these little pieces of text then I'm happy.
Also, if I had one more follower I'd be happy. I have nine, which I think is a Shandy Dandy Number, but it's also a number that kinda annoys me. Never really liked the number nine. Don't get me wrong, I'm not numberist, it's just not a numerical value I'm fond of.
Another thing about these blogs, I tend to ramble a lot in them, and go completely off track, that is, if there ever was a track to begin with. That's also why my blog has its name, Ramble's 'N' Shambles.
See, I'd probably just leave today blogless, but I left yesterday blogless, and it's not good to skip two days in a row. My Billy-Bob would starve to death! Ah the poor thing. So right now, this blog is probably about nothing, just me rambling away.
I should do one of those self interview majiggers or something. I missed Blog Action Day where everyone blogged about the one thing, which kinda annoyed me in a way. I would have liked to participate in that, but eh, it wasn't a big loss for me.
To be a big loss is not having any chocolate.
Or cheesecake.
Speaking of cake, I think its Blogger's tenth Birthday, and since Blogger is the father of Billy-Bob I would like to wish him well.
The pink symbolizes the happpyness in the world of blogging and the bigness symbolizes things being big.
HAPPY TENTH BURFDAI BLOGGER
So, I find that the last few blogs of mine probably haven't been that funny, and I told myself that darnit, I'll try to make my blogs funny or at least meaningful. Because if I can make just one person smile when they read these little pieces of text then I'm happy.
Also, if I had one more follower I'd be happy. I have nine, which I think is a Shandy Dandy Number, but it's also a number that kinda annoys me. Never really liked the number nine. Don't get me wrong, I'm not numberist, it's just not a numerical value I'm fond of.
Another thing about these blogs, I tend to ramble a lot in them, and go completely off track, that is, if there ever was a track to begin with. That's also why my blog has its name, Ramble's 'N' Shambles.
See, I'd probably just leave today blogless, but I left yesterday blogless, and it's not good to skip two days in a row. My Billy-Bob would starve to death! Ah the poor thing. So right now, this blog is probably about nothing, just me rambling away.
I should do one of those self interview majiggers or something. I missed Blog Action Day where everyone blogged about the one thing, which kinda annoyed me in a way. I would have liked to participate in that, but eh, it wasn't a big loss for me.
To be a big loss is not having any chocolate.
Or cheesecake.
Speaking of cake, I think its Blogger's tenth Birthday, and since Blogger is the father of Billy-Bob I would like to wish him well.
The pink symbolizes the happpyness in the world of blogging and the bigness symbolizes things being big.
HAPPY TENTH BURFDAI BLOGGER
Friday, October 23, 2009
Rambles of young hearts
I sit here at my desk, struggling to find actual work to do, today is a quiet day for Real Estae, at least for this little cozy company anyway. The odd call that has come through has either been a wrong number, or has been easily dealt with. Speaking of numbers, I need one more follower to have an almighty ten, yay me!
So, as per usual my mind begins to wander. I love my job I really do, the people here are great, and its a very relaxed and comfortable environment, how many people can say that their boss cooks barbecues for the staff?
But, at the same time, I guess I kinda hate it, not because of the work, frankly I like keeping myself occupied. I just feel a little restrained sometimes, I used to always imagine myself never being tied down by a job, always traveling, always moving, breezing through life like the wind that echoes through my soul.
But, at the same time, I guess I kinda hate it, not because of the work, frankly I like keeping myself occupied. I just feel a little restrained sometimes, I used to always imagine myself never being tied down by a job, always traveling, always moving, breezing through life like the wind that echoes through my soul.
I have always wanted to be two things when I was a young child, a famous adventurer and a writer, I still write, I love writing and it is one of my passions. I want to publish a novel one day, and am working on quite a few stories. I also look at the world from different points of views, outside the box so to speak.
Even now, people always tell me that I have the mind of a child, I look up at the clouds, and wonder if they really are made of cotton candy, I skip down the street humming songs to myself and I jump in puddles on a rainy day, without a care in the world.
I'd happily smile and greet anyone who crossed my path, I play in the dirt and make mud pies, I wish on stars and believe in magic, especially in a young girls heart.
The world was such a mystery to me when I was younger, everything was magicall and mystifying. I have always been scared that that amazing awe, that wonderous feeling would disappear over time, but it still hasn't. Those moments may not come as often, and that magic may just be a little harder to find, but all I have to do is lift up that rock and look under it.
There is a whole world out there, full of magic, whimsy and wonder, but people forget that.
I'd happily smile and greet anyone who crossed my path, I play in the dirt and make mud pies, I wish on stars and believe in magic, especially in a young girls heart.
The world was such a mystery to me when I was younger, everything was magicall and mystifying. I have always been scared that that amazing awe, that wonderous feeling would disappear over time, but it still hasn't. Those moments may not come as often, and that magic may just be a little harder to find, but all I have to do is lift up that rock and look under it.
There is a whole world out there, full of magic, whimsy and wonder, but people forget that.
Why can't we press our ears against a tree and listen to its whispers?
Why can't we look for fairy's in a fairy ring of mushrooms and toadstools?
Why can't we hide under the covers at night to keep us safe from any sort of harm?
I still do all those things from time to time, as we grow older, people tend to concentrate on other things, work, money, homes, family, the future...but they really need to focus on the here and now. We need to open our eyes and see what is in front of us.
Look out your window and watch the leaves rustle in the wind, it might be fairies playing hide and seek. Or the clouds slowly drift by as though pulled by an almighty dragon. Sing a song to yourself without worrying about what others think.
Look out your window and watch the leaves rustle in the wind, it might be fairies playing hide and seek. Or the clouds slowly drift by as though pulled by an almighty dragon. Sing a song to yourself without worrying about what others think.
I for one will continue to do the things I have always done as a child, I will still believe that worms talk, I will still dance around barefoot in the garden waiting for the faires to whisk me away to their world. I will still look for mermaids and dragons, and I will still wish on the first star I see tonight.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Don't put that THERE
Ok, a few days ago I went to an art exhibition titled "OVERTURE' it was at the Adelaide center for the arts and featured a bunch of little art pieces from the TAFE students that had graduated. I went there because a friend of mine had a few of her lovely photos featured in the show. More on those later though because I got annoyed at the stupid font in the blog.
Let's just say Billy Boy is being a little turd of a son right now.
Let's just say Billy Boy is being a little turd of a son right now.
There were many art pieces there, some I liked, some I didn't like. Some I was trying to figure out how they defined them as 'art' but each and every person has a different view on the matter, and I respect that. What appeals to me, will not appeal to someone else.
One artist that caught my beady little bloodshot lack of sleep eye is Klaus Gutowski, who mixed stonewear with gold leaf. His work expressed the relationship of mankind and nature. I loved all his pieces, but one of them in particular...
I just had to question his TRUE intention on the matter. Portrayed below is a lovely lady, and...a...er house? or perhaps 'special device'
One artist that caught my beady little bloodshot lack of sleep eye is Klaus Gutowski, who mixed stonewear with gold leaf. His work expressed the relationship of mankind and nature. I loved all his pieces, but one of them in particular...
I just had to question his TRUE intention on the matter. Portrayed below is a lovely lady, and...a...er house? or perhaps 'special device'
just LOOK at the expression on her face and where that huge thing is coming from.
Only one thing came to mind.
Back to Cally's photos...They were really somthing. I had to stare at them to find the person, it was like a 'Where's wally' or a 'who's that there hiding in the shadows on the corner of that there street at night time' thing. The following is what she had to say on her pieces, unfortunately my I-phone is sucky as a camera, obviously because it is NOT made to be a camera. So photos will come in a different blog entry when I steal them off of someone else~
I find the darkness of night Visually Seductive. Within my work I provide minimal detail within each of these spaces, and manipulate the viewr by carefully placing figure(s) in the shadows. The viewer is kept at a 'safe' distance through the positioning of my camera, while illuminated spots appear as sanctuaries in the night. The tension is heightened by a foreboding sense of never really knowing if there are other/more figures watching them from the darkness.
Take care of your Billy Bob.
This shall only be a short post, to prove to you all that I am not dead, that and I do not like leaving a blog unupdated for too long, the Blog, or Billy-Bob as I have now decided to call it needs to know that he is loved, like all living things your very own Billy-Bob must be well looked after and maintained.
So I Have decided to create the 'how to look after a Billy-Bob' guide, for all you bloggers out there, then perhaps one day your Billy Bob will grow up to be big and strong.
Step 1, you have just recently aqquired your Billy-Bob, you're excited and want to feed him posts, but be careful now, you don't want to feed him too many at once, I've seen cases where some people feed him 10 posts in a day, and that's a little too much, we don't want our Billy-Bob to be fat. That, and Billy-Bob also absorbs all the information we give him, so if we give him too much, he just might turn out to be a cocky teenager come his later years in life, and who wants an angsty Billy Bob storming around the place smashing plates?
Step 2 While you shouldn't feed you Billy-Bob too much, you also can't underfeed him Billy-Bob is a fairly low matainence pet at times, sometimes he will demand a post a day, other times he is quite satisfied with two maybe three a week. It all reflects on you, after all, your Billy-Bob will end up inheriting all your traits. HOW AMAZING IS THAT!
Step 3 Ok, you have had your Billy-Bob for a while now, so of course you want to show him off to your friends and family, nay, the entirety of the world! That's fine, Billy-Bob's LOOOVE attention, the more you give them the happier the little critters are. Although before you do show him off to the world make sure you give him a bath, perhaps prune him of some useless clutter, another thing I find, is that some people's Billy-Bob's are filled with a lot of nice little glittery shiny baubles and bingdatts, but too many of them can be a little overwhelming, remember you want people to admire Billy-Bob for who Billy-Bob is, not what Billy-Bob wears!
Step 4 Keep Billy Bob free of any viruses and ill-will, we want our Billy-Bob's to be clean healthy and shiny with a soft coat.
~
So there you have it, follow those 4 Basic steps and Billy-Bob will be as happy as a fat kid with cake. And like all girls, I could sure go for some of that cake, and would probably tear it away from his stubby little fingers and eat it all to myself.
Because that's the way I roll Baby~
So I Have decided to create the 'how to look after a Billy-Bob' guide, for all you bloggers out there, then perhaps one day your Billy Bob will grow up to be big and strong.
Step 1, you have just recently aqquired your Billy-Bob, you're excited and want to feed him posts, but be careful now, you don't want to feed him too many at once, I've seen cases where some people feed him 10 posts in a day, and that's a little too much, we don't want our Billy-Bob to be fat. That, and Billy-Bob also absorbs all the information we give him, so if we give him too much, he just might turn out to be a cocky teenager come his later years in life, and who wants an angsty Billy Bob storming around the place smashing plates?
Step 2 While you shouldn't feed you Billy-Bob too much, you also can't underfeed him Billy-Bob is a fairly low matainence pet at times, sometimes he will demand a post a day, other times he is quite satisfied with two maybe three a week. It all reflects on you, after all, your Billy-Bob will end up inheriting all your traits. HOW AMAZING IS THAT!
Step 3 Ok, you have had your Billy-Bob for a while now, so of course you want to show him off to your friends and family, nay, the entirety of the world! That's fine, Billy-Bob's LOOOVE attention, the more you give them the happier the little critters are. Although before you do show him off to the world make sure you give him a bath, perhaps prune him of some useless clutter, another thing I find, is that some people's Billy-Bob's are filled with a lot of nice little glittery shiny baubles and bingdatts, but too many of them can be a little overwhelming, remember you want people to admire Billy-Bob for who Billy-Bob is, not what Billy-Bob wears!
Step 4 Keep Billy Bob free of any viruses and ill-will, we want our Billy-Bob's to be clean healthy and shiny with a soft coat.
~
So there you have it, follow those 4 Basic steps and Billy-Bob will be as happy as a fat kid with cake. And like all girls, I could sure go for some of that cake, and would probably tear it away from his stubby little fingers and eat it all to myself.
Because that's the way I roll Baby~
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Love is
Lately, I have been thinking a lot about this emotion, those around me flutter about with their carefree lives, and their notions on the emotion. Love, is impossible to define.
To one, ‘to love’ may mean taking home a drunk and having your way with them in a sack, or perhaps in a seedy toilet in some notorious night club. To another, Love may mean a smile or a warm embrace.
I can’t define love, nor have I ever tried to, I guess this entry comes about because the one person I love, is the one person I cannot hold. See, I have one of those long distance relationships.
A simple brush of his hand against my cheek, the sound and feel of his beating heart and that warm look he has in his eyes when he says the words “I love you.”
I can’t have any of that, to me, love is and has always been a very painful emotion. I have had very unsavory experiences in the past where my trust in someone was broken like a fine crystal glass, the red wine of my heart spilling over and staining the floor with regret and sorrow. It has made it very hard for me to trust people, especially on a romantic level.
There was a time when I had shut myself away from the world, I tricked myself into believing that I was happy being alone, but that was a lie. No one wishes to be alone, the soul is not meant to be isolated in a crystal cage, the heart is made to beat for another.
Now, I have found someone to call my own, but they are so very far away, he lives in the States, New York, and I am here in Australia. Call me a fool, or look down on me in distaste, cast your skeptical views on me, I don’t care.
For one cannot control what their heart desires, we cannot control who we fall in love with or when. Nor can we control the circumstances that seem to befall each and every human being each and every day.
To hear that small chuckle he has when he finds something funny, to hear his flustered sighs as he mumbles incoherently to himself, forgetting that others can hear him. I miss that.
I miss the way he shakes his head at me, smiling softly when I do something that he finds amusing, but he doesn’t want to admit it.
I miss his stubborn attitude and that little pout he makes when he gets told what to do. I miss the dazzling blue in his eyes, and his messy unkempt hair.
Being so far away tugs at the heart, and makes it feel as though I’m alone, rusty daggers tearing along the last shreds of my sanity, when…in reality I am not alone, I am far from it.
Knowing he is there somewhere, should make me happy, it should set my mind at ease. Knowing I can call him ‘my love’ should make my soul resound with joy and sing along with the whispers of the wind.
Yet, I find myself sitting here, feeling lost and feeling alone.Just because I cannot hear his playful voice, touch the warmth of his skin, or even see those dazzling azure orbs.
It’s silly really, I should be happy, at times like this all I can do is look outside at the blue sky, and know that somewhere, he is doing the same. And that our hearts, are beating as one, as we search for a way to see each other again.
To one, ‘to love’ may mean taking home a drunk and having your way with them in a sack, or perhaps in a seedy toilet in some notorious night club. To another, Love may mean a smile or a warm embrace.
I can’t define love, nor have I ever tried to, I guess this entry comes about because the one person I love, is the one person I cannot hold. See, I have one of those long distance relationships.
A simple brush of his hand against my cheek, the sound and feel of his beating heart and that warm look he has in his eyes when he says the words “I love you.”
I can’t have any of that, to me, love is and has always been a very painful emotion. I have had very unsavory experiences in the past where my trust in someone was broken like a fine crystal glass, the red wine of my heart spilling over and staining the floor with regret and sorrow. It has made it very hard for me to trust people, especially on a romantic level.
There was a time when I had shut myself away from the world, I tricked myself into believing that I was happy being alone, but that was a lie. No one wishes to be alone, the soul is not meant to be isolated in a crystal cage, the heart is made to beat for another.
Now, I have found someone to call my own, but they are so very far away, he lives in the States, New York, and I am here in Australia. Call me a fool, or look down on me in distaste, cast your skeptical views on me, I don’t care.
For one cannot control what their heart desires, we cannot control who we fall in love with or when. Nor can we control the circumstances that seem to befall each and every human being each and every day.
To hear that small chuckle he has when he finds something funny, to hear his flustered sighs as he mumbles incoherently to himself, forgetting that others can hear him. I miss that.
I miss the way he shakes his head at me, smiling softly when I do something that he finds amusing, but he doesn’t want to admit it.
I miss his stubborn attitude and that little pout he makes when he gets told what to do. I miss the dazzling blue in his eyes, and his messy unkempt hair.
Being so far away tugs at the heart, and makes it feel as though I’m alone, rusty daggers tearing along the last shreds of my sanity, when…in reality I am not alone, I am far from it.
Knowing he is there somewhere, should make me happy, it should set my mind at ease. Knowing I can call him ‘my love’ should make my soul resound with joy and sing along with the whispers of the wind.
Yet, I find myself sitting here, feeling lost and feeling alone.Just because I cannot hear his playful voice, touch the warmth of his skin, or even see those dazzling azure orbs.
It’s silly really, I should be happy, at times like this all I can do is look outside at the blue sky, and know that somewhere, he is doing the same. And that our hearts, are beating as one, as we search for a way to see each other again.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Shoulder Magnet
Have any of you ever hit a body part? It may be an arm, a leg, perhaps your head or even your Cossacks bone. It hurts, quite obviously, I mean you hit it, why wouldn’t it hurt? I wish that when we hit our limbs on various objects it would feel all warm and fuzzy like a hot cup of cocoa on a cold winter night. Heck, if that were the case I’d be banging my head against the desk right now, and knocking my ankles against the sharp corner of my beloved little work station.
Alas, that is not the case, and last week I hit my shoulder at work, I believe it may have been against a wall, or corner of the cupboard. I wasn’t looking where I was going, I believe I was eyeing off that last piece of cake that sat atop the kitchenette counter. Ah yes, I remember it like it was yesterday. It was an apple and sultana crumble, topped off with slivered almonds, I bought it in from the bakery during my lunch break for me, and the rest of the jolly ol’ crew.
It hurt, but I brushed it off, I figured, ‘eh, it’ll just bruise and heal itself up all good and proper, then I’ll be as fit as a fiddle.”
Boy was I wrong, I stopped off my dearest mother’s house on the way home, and hit that same shoulder on the screen door, smart Tiffany, real smart. As I sat down at the kitchen table my little sister came storming through with a box, which again, hit me in my already pulsating with pain shoulder.
Just a bit of bad luck, what could possibly throw itself at my poor shoulder now?
Let’s see, over the course of the weekend:
-Corner of table as I was thrown onto a bed (get your minds out the gutter people, it isn’t what ya’ll think. Besides this bed was in the lounge room, HA!)
-Fridge-Freezer
-Tree
-Pole-3-4 strangers
Now, upon reading this you may think I’m a bit of a klutz, but really I’m not, and I wasn’t day dreaming either, well, I wasn’t most of the time. See..I have this theory…
The theory that injured body parts, that bruise…that’s not there to look pretty. Oh no, no, no, no. That there, is a tiny magnet produced by the angry little men that drive around in our blood cells, this magnet attracts objects to that there bit of skin. Why? Because the purple also signifies the big car crash, or blood cell crash that was caused due to the impact of that wall, corner or pole. This massive pile up of car like blood cells causes a strange magnetic pull, because the car crash was caused by the evil spirits that reside in our bodies, these spirits are called “Bleebos”
See, told ya I’d find out what the heck a Bleebos is!
Anyway, the Bleebos are vengeful little spirits that reside in our bloodstream, they are jealous because they want to grow hair, and being spirits, they can’t really do that can they? So they take their revenge on us by making these strange bruise magnets appear on our body when we are hurt.
This is all true, because I am a whale Biologist!
I am thinking about getting a PO box, cause a few people have said they want to send me letters, which I think is awesome peanuts! But I don’t feel comfortable with giving out my address to any Billy or Nancy that asks for it, so what do ya’ll think? If I had a PO box would ya write me some tasty tasty love?
Also, has anyone else ever had Bleebos attack them?
Alas, that is not the case, and last week I hit my shoulder at work, I believe it may have been against a wall, or corner of the cupboard. I wasn’t looking where I was going, I believe I was eyeing off that last piece of cake that sat atop the kitchenette counter. Ah yes, I remember it like it was yesterday. It was an apple and sultana crumble, topped off with slivered almonds, I bought it in from the bakery during my lunch break for me, and the rest of the jolly ol’ crew.
It hurt, but I brushed it off, I figured, ‘eh, it’ll just bruise and heal itself up all good and proper, then I’ll be as fit as a fiddle.”
Boy was I wrong, I stopped off my dearest mother’s house on the way home, and hit that same shoulder on the screen door, smart Tiffany, real smart. As I sat down at the kitchen table my little sister came storming through with a box, which again, hit me in my already pulsating with pain shoulder.
Just a bit of bad luck, what could possibly throw itself at my poor shoulder now?
Let’s see, over the course of the weekend:
-Corner of table as I was thrown onto a bed (get your minds out the gutter people, it isn’t what ya’ll think. Besides this bed was in the lounge room, HA!)
-Fridge-Freezer
-Tree
-Pole-3-4 strangers
Now, upon reading this you may think I’m a bit of a klutz, but really I’m not, and I wasn’t day dreaming either, well, I wasn’t most of the time. See..I have this theory…
The theory that injured body parts, that bruise…that’s not there to look pretty. Oh no, no, no, no. That there, is a tiny magnet produced by the angry little men that drive around in our blood cells, this magnet attracts objects to that there bit of skin. Why? Because the purple also signifies the big car crash, or blood cell crash that was caused due to the impact of that wall, corner or pole. This massive pile up of car like blood cells causes a strange magnetic pull, because the car crash was caused by the evil spirits that reside in our bodies, these spirits are called “Bleebos”
See, told ya I’d find out what the heck a Bleebos is!
Anyway, the Bleebos are vengeful little spirits that reside in our bloodstream, they are jealous because they want to grow hair, and being spirits, they can’t really do that can they? So they take their revenge on us by making these strange bruise magnets appear on our body when we are hurt.
This is all true, because I am a whale Biologist!
I am thinking about getting a PO box, cause a few people have said they want to send me letters, which I think is awesome peanuts! But I don’t feel comfortable with giving out my address to any Billy or Nancy that asks for it, so what do ya’ll think? If I had a PO box would ya write me some tasty tasty love?
Also, has anyone else ever had Bleebos attack them?
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Free Comic Book day
Free Comic Book day, it was a few weeks ago now, but I have only just started blogging about it now, why?
Because I procrastinate, and that mixed in with being busy topped off with melted cheese, whoo boy that turns out to be a lethal concoction on the ol' John late at night.
Anyway, we were off to go to the anime convention, Animania, my dear friend Courtney and I, when we paused out front of the comic book shop, 'Pulp Fiction' We noticed that there was some face painting, and balloons, and being the mature adults we are, rushed in to see if we could obtain some free balloons, and to our sheer delight we found a shelf of free comic books to take, of course it was two per person, but ah it was oh so enjoyable.
This one in particular caught my eye:
MAINTENANCE! THE STORY OF TWO MAINTENANCE GUYS!!
Oh yeah was an awesome read. They went back in time somehow and met these cavemen who wanted practical things from the future, but the scientist kept giving them guns and lasors, all they wanted was some soap and perhaps a good ol' DVD for them to watch while they sit at home in their caves.
Is that too much to ask?
See now if my maintenance guy did that, I would give him a free soda, cause I am too cheap to give him anything else.
and just cause I can a picture of me and my friend in our cosplay, its a POSE folks, so don't go all aghast and faint as you flutter your dainty fans.
Well, that's all I have to say today really, so I shall bid you all farewell, unless I get bored and type up another entry today~
Because I procrastinate, and that mixed in with being busy topped off with melted cheese, whoo boy that turns out to be a lethal concoction on the ol' John late at night.
Anyway, we were off to go to the anime convention, Animania, my dear friend Courtney and I, when we paused out front of the comic book shop, 'Pulp Fiction' We noticed that there was some face painting, and balloons, and being the mature adults we are, rushed in to see if we could obtain some free balloons, and to our sheer delight we found a shelf of free comic books to take, of course it was two per person, but ah it was oh so enjoyable.
This one in particular caught my eye:
MAINTENANCE! THE STORY OF TWO MAINTENANCE GUYS!!
Oh yeah was an awesome read. They went back in time somehow and met these cavemen who wanted practical things from the future, but the scientist kept giving them guns and lasors, all they wanted was some soap and perhaps a good ol' DVD for them to watch while they sit at home in their caves.
Is that too much to ask?
See now if my maintenance guy did that, I would give him a free soda, cause I am too cheap to give him anything else.
and just cause I can a picture of me and my friend in our cosplay, its a POSE folks, so don't go all aghast and faint as you flutter your dainty fans.
Well, that's all I have to say today really, so I shall bid you all farewell, unless I get bored and type up another entry today~
Verifying the word that says WHAT?
First up,
I have been away a long time, nyes...
I have spent the past hour reading all the blog entries I watch and commenting on virtually all of them, I saw virtually because I may have missed out on some. Virtually...Cyberspace...
*coughs*
Anyway, on my major commenting on blogs spree I noticed something, a little thing I have been meaning to talk about for a while now.
Word verifications.
Now this handy dandy things help stop spambots and the like from posting comments that promote sexual sites and links to viruses like trojans and worms, such nasty things. Reminds me that I Should scan Gladys and make sure she is all healthy.
Now these things are pretty useful, but sometimes, you get really hard and impossible to understand images, more so the ones that ask you to write a mixture of both letters and numbers.
These things are so badly jumbled together that I find myself pressing my face against Gladys's screen trying to see what on earth it says, and they aren't even real words, these days the codes that we must type in are usually Xxlhawer46943q60234tyjgnfsl and of course I have no idea what a Xxlhawer46943q60234tyjgnfsl is, if you know tell me, because I must have one!
Does anyone find it hard to read a few of these things?
I feel a little bad for not attempting to make my blog funny, or anything of the sort, at first I contemplated on changing the title and content of the blog, but then I realized that my fingers were still moving typing away and I thought 'Well poopykins, I ain't gonna dilly dally, may as well finish the blog."
So finish the blog I shall.
I got about three or four blogs to write up now, about various things, remember that list I accidently threw away? I so totally did not go through the trash to find it. Nope not at all.
On a last note, Bleebos, what is it? Is it edible?
oh yeah, quick note, for those that want to follow my blog, there is a little 'follow' button to the left. Click that and you're as good to go as a beaver on st. Patricks day.
I have been away a long time, nyes...
I have spent the past hour reading all the blog entries I watch and commenting on virtually all of them, I saw virtually because I may have missed out on some. Virtually...Cyberspace...
*coughs*
Anyway, on my major commenting on blogs spree I noticed something, a little thing I have been meaning to talk about for a while now.
Word verifications.
Now this handy dandy things help stop spambots and the like from posting comments that promote sexual sites and links to viruses like trojans and worms, such nasty things. Reminds me that I Should scan Gladys and make sure she is all healthy.
Now these things are pretty useful, but sometimes, you get really hard and impossible to understand images, more so the ones that ask you to write a mixture of both letters and numbers.
These things are so badly jumbled together that I find myself pressing my face against Gladys's screen trying to see what on earth it says, and they aren't even real words, these days the codes that we must type in are usually Xxlhawer46943q60234tyjgnfsl and of course I have no idea what a Xxlhawer46943q60234tyjgnfsl is, if you know tell me, because I must have one!
Does anyone find it hard to read a few of these things?
I feel a little bad for not attempting to make my blog funny, or anything of the sort, at first I contemplated on changing the title and content of the blog, but then I realized that my fingers were still moving typing away and I thought 'Well poopykins, I ain't gonna dilly dally, may as well finish the blog."
So finish the blog I shall.
I got about three or four blogs to write up now, about various things, remember that list I accidently threw away? I so totally did not go through the trash to find it. Nope not at all.
On a last note, Bleebos, what is it? Is it edible?
oh yeah, quick note, for those that want to follow my blog, there is a little 'follow' button to the left. Click that and you're as good to go as a beaver on st. Patricks day.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Licking The What Now?
Licking the what now?Ok I’ve been a bad little girl, no blogs for a few days, hells bells I haven’t even been able to check the half dozen people I watch. But have no fear, for I am a member of the legion of procrastinators, and we get things done!
…Eventually!
Ok so right now I am at work, obviously working real hard, eh?
It’s Real Estate Folks, and sometimes you have that ‘down time’ where there isn’t anything to do, so instead of playing solitaire, or waving my Iphone around pretending its some sort of light saber I decided to write this blog entry.
I had a list of things I was going to blog about, but me being the amazingly organized person I am accidently wrote on the back of it and chucked it out. No really, I am actually a really organized person, my room is a bit of a mess but dangit, I know where every bauble, knick knack and pez dispenser is in that there spacious room.
Anyway, I have decided to blog about envelopes. Today I had to stick quite a few letters into the envelopes, and me being the idiot I am sat there thinking;
“How do I seal these? Do I…Do I lick them?”
So I proceed to lick a few, now I did this to two, maybe three letters before going “AH Screw this to the bones.”
“No really..there has to be a better way, how do the sales representatives and property managers do this?”
I asked myself, so I grabbed a good ol’ glue stick and started gluing, about five letters down the track I found this tedious and a little messy. So I stopped, and went back to licking a few more.
Now by this time I decided to ask myself what could possibly be done? In the end I ask the lady next to me, “Hey, how do we seal these envelopes?”
She looks up from her computer, and over her glasses at me and asks, “what do you mean?”
Now, she may have thought it bizarre for me to ask how to seal an envelope, but really, I had no clue. So I asked again, “How do we seal these envelopes…so I don’t you know…” I trailed off, hoping I didn’t have to say that I was licking them.
“So you don’t what?” She asked.
I gave a sigh and a gulp and continued, “L-lick them?”
She gave a slight shake of her head and said “You don’t lick them!” Perhaps she gave a slight scoff, or had a mild undertone of bewildered amusement, or perhaps she was ashamed that I didn’t know the following simple fact.
They were self adhesive envelopes.
Whoever invented these things, I love you, contact me so we can elope.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
A nee mah nee ahhh ohh neyennne
Animania 09
This was the first year Animania decided to go to adelaide, it claimed to be the 'biggest' anime convention, yet it was lucky to crack 500 people through the door, when good ol' Traditional AVCON was in the 5,000's.
FYI: they are anime and gaming conventions, if you don't know what anime is then go google it, my laziness has taken a strangle hold over my brain cells now.
Anyway, today I am tired, my nails are bright yellow, as are my feet. Why do you ask? God, you all ask a lot of questions don't you? Or perhaps I'm just disillusioned and so self absorbed that I assume that questions are being asked, or perhaps I'm a tad bit crazy and have created imaginary friends who ask the questions.
Point of the matter is I got to cosplay as my oh so favorable geekdom fangasm lovable Rin.
I love her oh so dandy shandy much, she is totally the Bee's knees, as is Len. My buddy Courtney Cosplayed as Len, but unfortunately our costumes weren't quite ready, so us being the 'put stuff together at the last minute' kinda girls ended up with costumes like this:
which I think is pretty goodly since we started off with well, just the wigs. I honestly love Rin and Len as the Vocaloids. Seriously I suggest looking up the following videos IN ORDER (because its a story folks, can't watch the ending before the begining)
Daughter of Evil
Servant of Evil
Message of Regret
Re_Birthday
its such a sad tale, but rather than write about it yall can watch it, why? Because I'm lazy that's why, I can't be bothered typing it all in again. I am so manly, I shed manly man tears of manliness after watching a whole bunch of varied Vocaloud Videos.
That's right real men cry, but we don't shed tears of saltine water, we shed tears of beer, because beer is manly.
Next month, when my internet resets I'll post up a video of an awesome guy named Brandon (not my fiance' a different Brandon) singing a song, a tale of Officer Jenny and Nurse Joy.
Ciao~
PS I so tackled and licked a Sailor Saturn Cosplayer, I love her long time.
So if you are reading this my Shandy Dandy Shaandel baycakes, I miss you already.
same to you my lucious Len~
This was the first year Animania decided to go to adelaide, it claimed to be the 'biggest' anime convention, yet it was lucky to crack 500 people through the door, when good ol' Traditional AVCON was in the 5,000's.
FYI: they are anime and gaming conventions, if you don't know what anime is then go google it, my laziness has taken a strangle hold over my brain cells now.
Anyway, today I am tired, my nails are bright yellow, as are my feet. Why do you ask? God, you all ask a lot of questions don't you? Or perhaps I'm just disillusioned and so self absorbed that I assume that questions are being asked, or perhaps I'm a tad bit crazy and have created imaginary friends who ask the questions.
Point of the matter is I got to cosplay as my oh so favorable geekdom fangasm lovable Rin.
I love her oh so dandy shandy much, she is totally the Bee's knees, as is Len. My buddy Courtney Cosplayed as Len, but unfortunately our costumes weren't quite ready, so us being the 'put stuff together at the last minute' kinda girls ended up with costumes like this:
which I think is pretty goodly since we started off with well, just the wigs. I honestly love Rin and Len as the Vocaloids. Seriously I suggest looking up the following videos IN ORDER (because its a story folks, can't watch the ending before the begining)
Daughter of Evil
Servant of Evil
Message of Regret
Re_Birthday
its such a sad tale, but rather than write about it yall can watch it, why? Because I'm lazy that's why, I can't be bothered typing it all in again. I am so manly, I shed manly man tears of manliness after watching a whole bunch of varied Vocaloud Videos.
That's right real men cry, but we don't shed tears of saltine water, we shed tears of beer, because beer is manly.
Next month, when my internet resets I'll post up a video of an awesome guy named Brandon (not my fiance' a different Brandon) singing a song, a tale of Officer Jenny and Nurse Joy.
Ciao~
PS I so tackled and licked a Sailor Saturn Cosplayer, I love her long time.
So if you are reading this my Shandy Dandy Shaandel baycakes, I miss you already.
same to you my lucious Len~
Friday, October 9, 2009
ol' fangled youngin's
Today, was a very, very Joyous day for me.
For I have obtained the almighty, all knowing first pay check. That's right folks, that little white piece of paper stained with black ink from the Morroridien Sky Squids. With a few numbers etched into it along with a note of apology saying that $390 for four days of work wasn't that much but I am a trainee and a junoir.
Now, to some people, this might not be a lot of money, but to me, the little simplistic girl who is used to getting $2oo a fortnight thinks that this, THIS is AH MAH ZING What did I get with this fantabulous money?
Presents for everyone else!
I got told to stop buying presents for peoples though, so I bought some junk food for me and my dearest Dear Friend Courtney and I to feast and gorge upon, and I set myself up on a plan with one of those new fangled I-phones.
As I was happily walking down the street with said I-phone swinging it around going "Pechew, Pechew" pretending it was a gun, or some sort of high powered laser cannon capable of ripping a hole in the very fabric of time, I realized something.
I have become one of those darn fangled youngin's. Ah I remember the days where I used to sit there with my old non coloured screen phone that had a corony trying to understand the mind boggling physics of sending text messages, I would look on at these people with their I-phones and mumble;
Darn fangled teens with their Iphones and their Deevee dee players and ther EX boxes and their station plays, and their strippers and their Instant coffee. Why back in the day I remember when we had to walk six miles, THATS RIGHT SIX MILES to school, and that was at six in the morning, why I'd get up at four so I could feed the chickens, one of which was named Harry. Then I would take Bessy, the horse out for a ride along the riverside before going back home and cleaning the whole house and heading off to school.
We didn't have those fancy Shamcy sneakers like you all did either, we wore sandals...no wait we were barefoot! That's right barefoot! and did I mention that I walked 20 Miles to school, thats right TWENTY MILES! and I got up at three am, yeah that's right.
---
I'd imagine I would be one of those old kooks, or a crazy cat lady, I hear there is a very good market in the mad babbling business. Or I could always join one of those strange cults, perhaps I could worship a gord or a shoe (Suprise for whomever gets the reference)
Another amusing fact, I was watching Fairly Odd Parents, and Kiss, the band was in it, and they were the guardians of the magic wand. I always knew that band had a secret, and now I know it, and now you all know it!
Wow I don't think I went anywhere with this Blog entry, so how much time did ya'll waste reading my rambles?
For I have obtained the almighty, all knowing first pay check. That's right folks, that little white piece of paper stained with black ink from the Morroridien Sky Squids. With a few numbers etched into it along with a note of apology saying that $390 for four days of work wasn't that much but I am a trainee and a junoir.
Now, to some people, this might not be a lot of money, but to me, the little simplistic girl who is used to getting $2oo a fortnight thinks that this, THIS is AH MAH ZING What did I get with this fantabulous money?
Presents for everyone else!
I got told to stop buying presents for peoples though, so I bought some junk food for me and my dearest Dear Friend Courtney and I to feast and gorge upon, and I set myself up on a plan with one of those new fangled I-phones.
As I was happily walking down the street with said I-phone swinging it around going "Pechew, Pechew" pretending it was a gun, or some sort of high powered laser cannon capable of ripping a hole in the very fabric of time, I realized something.
I have become one of those darn fangled youngin's. Ah I remember the days where I used to sit there with my old non coloured screen phone that had a corony trying to understand the mind boggling physics of sending text messages, I would look on at these people with their I-phones and mumble;
Darn fangled teens with their Iphones and their Deevee dee players and ther EX boxes and their station plays, and their strippers and their Instant coffee. Why back in the day I remember when we had to walk six miles, THATS RIGHT SIX MILES to school, and that was at six in the morning, why I'd get up at four so I could feed the chickens, one of which was named Harry. Then I would take Bessy, the horse out for a ride along the riverside before going back home and cleaning the whole house and heading off to school.
We didn't have those fancy Shamcy sneakers like you all did either, we wore sandals...no wait we were barefoot! That's right barefoot! and did I mention that I walked 20 Miles to school, thats right TWENTY MILES! and I got up at three am, yeah that's right.
---
I'd imagine I would be one of those old kooks, or a crazy cat lady, I hear there is a very good market in the mad babbling business. Or I could always join one of those strange cults, perhaps I could worship a gord or a shoe (Suprise for whomever gets the reference)
Another amusing fact, I was watching Fairly Odd Parents, and Kiss, the band was in it, and they were the guardians of the magic wand. I always knew that band had a secret, and now I know it, and now you all know it!
Wow I don't think I went anywhere with this Blog entry, so how much time did ya'll waste reading my rambles?
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
From The Inside....Out into a Mirror?
This is because I was sitting there at work wondering what to do as I ate delicious, delicious mouth watering cheesecake.
Recently, I have started watching a blog called From the Inside...Out, you can find the link to that, and other blogs to the left somewhere, I think they're between the moldy jelly and half frozen mince meat.
Why this, of all things came to mind is beyond me, but I like repaying the people who comment on my blog often with small things. 'Tis a way of saying thanks.
The picture below is in reference to this log post:
Talking to Myself
Thanks goes out to Kathryn for commenting lots
Next up: Shado in a dress
p.s.
Lookie I found the follow me gadget, not that I ever went looking for it, but recently I got told that It was a pain in the beee hive to try to follow my blog, thanks for inspiring me to get up off my butt Luke!
Recently, I have started watching a blog called From the Inside...Out, you can find the link to that, and other blogs to the left somewhere, I think they're between the moldy jelly and half frozen mince meat.
Why this, of all things came to mind is beyond me, but I like repaying the people who comment on my blog often with small things. 'Tis a way of saying thanks.
The picture below is in reference to this log post:
Talking to Myself
Thanks goes out to Kathryn for commenting lots
Next up: Shado in a dress
p.s.
Lookie I found the follow me gadget, not that I ever went looking for it, but recently I got told that It was a pain in the beee hive to try to follow my blog, thanks for inspiring me to get up off my butt Luke!
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
The elusive Itch
Ever find yourself sitting there, perhaps in a Sales meeting, or a lecture, or at a fancy italian/french resturant? Of course you have, and if you haven't then go do it, seriously, MCDonalds is not a 'nice dinner out' it's just NOT.
You find yourself sitting there, quite merrily listening to whomever is talking, or perhaps you have drifted off into your own fantasy world where you are a viking, you are in a sense of mindless bliss. Nothing is wrong, with you, or the world.
Until...
You feel it, that burning sensation, it's not quite painful, but it's just far too annoying to ignore, It is known as the dreaded itch! where is this itch? It's behind your ear. 'No worries,' you think to yourself as you raise your pen to your ear and itch away at it. Your pen is a blue pen, why? Don't ask questions!
The itch disappears, and you are relieved. It's gone long enough for your mind to drift back into that dull state of bliss, why does it do this? To catch you unexpectedly again. This time, its the side of your nose. Your eye twitches as you wrinkle your nose, attempting to get rid of the itch without drawing too much attention to yourself, yet doing this just makes you look strange, and even slightly gassy. In the end you give up and scratch your nose, but the itch just jumps, next to your arm, then your leg, now your buttocks. You take a deep breath, one of annoyance and shift your weight to try to get rid of the itch.
Success!
It's gone, you're still holding your breath, waiting for it to come back, but it doesn't. Yo breathe a sigh of relief.
Once again you are sitting there, perhaps listening to your boss go over the minutes of the meeting. As you listen to these amazing tales your eyes begin to wander, and you can't help but notice the person sitting next to you pull a strange face and wrinkle his nose, you stifle a smile wondering why he has pulled such a face. He then wriggles in his chair whilst scratching his arm.
The itch, has chosen its next victim.
Your eye travels
You find yourself sitting there, quite merrily listening to whomever is talking, or perhaps you have drifted off into your own fantasy world where you are a viking, you are in a sense of mindless bliss. Nothing is wrong, with you, or the world.
Until...
You feel it, that burning sensation, it's not quite painful, but it's just far too annoying to ignore, It is known as the dreaded itch! where is this itch? It's behind your ear. 'No worries,' you think to yourself as you raise your pen to your ear and itch away at it. Your pen is a blue pen, why? Don't ask questions!
The itch disappears, and you are relieved. It's gone long enough for your mind to drift back into that dull state of bliss, why does it do this? To catch you unexpectedly again. This time, its the side of your nose. Your eye twitches as you wrinkle your nose, attempting to get rid of the itch without drawing too much attention to yourself, yet doing this just makes you look strange, and even slightly gassy. In the end you give up and scratch your nose, but the itch just jumps, next to your arm, then your leg, now your buttocks. You take a deep breath, one of annoyance and shift your weight to try to get rid of the itch.
Success!
It's gone, you're still holding your breath, waiting for it to come back, but it doesn't. Yo breathe a sigh of relief.
Once again you are sitting there, perhaps listening to your boss go over the minutes of the meeting. As you listen to these amazing tales your eyes begin to wander, and you can't help but notice the person sitting next to you pull a strange face and wrinkle his nose, you stifle a smile wondering why he has pulled such a face. He then wriggles in his chair whilst scratching his arm.
The itch, has chosen its next victim.
Your eye travels
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