Sunday, December 21, 2008

Umm.... ok....

Eldest daughter just came home from a friend's house. She's hung out with this boy on several different occasions. He's a nice looking lad. With dimples, and I like dimples.

Gets home today to tell me that she's been kissing with him.

Ok... what do you say to that? He's standing beside her when she tells me and unabashedly says "yeah, we're going out".

So it would seem eldest now has a boyfriend.


Sunday, December 14, 2008


Oh for heavens....

Just when you think it's all done. I know I've still got one more thing for Mum (book, DVD, something small) and that was that, No more Xmas shopping. All children bought for, done and dusted. Fabulous - just the one little thing for Ma.

Oh great. What has she got in her hands? She's just back from hanging out at a friend's house and has come home with a Xmas present. And it's what we bought her! Arrgghh!

Now what shall I do; return it and try and think up something else to get her, give it to her and she'll have two of the same, stand and scream at the thought of returning to the shops to either return or buy more stuff (Gah! The real reason I shop for Xmas so early is not for the budget savings, the sensbility in being ready early or anything other than avoiding crowds or shops) Option 3 is looking the best right now...

Oh wait a minute... Maybe it's not what I think. Oh thank goodness! It's not the same thing.

Phew. No more shops for me. Well other than the one lil thing for Mum... and that may be something I can find online....

Thursday, December 11, 2008


Glimpsed an ad on the back of a mag and had to look twice.

It reads "Funerals can be expensive. Who will pay for yours?"

At a quick glance my brain picked up "Fun" at the start of the sentence. I had to re-look.

Brings me to the query... who thought to put 'fun' into 'funerals'?

English. You have to love it.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

The Ex

Well, it's officially Xmas time. How do I know? The tree is up, check. The carols are on the radio in the supermarket, check. The annual phone call from the ex to see 'his' daughter, check.

Yes, he still says the words 'my daughter' in his one call a year. The wording this year was very similar to 2007, 2006, 2005, and so on, "When can I see my daughter?"

This year, he called at the worst time possible; the evening after the day I picked up nit/lice solution, the evening I was using said solution in said daughter's long, thick, curly hair, the evening after an incredibly busy few days of moving furniture at work, late nights, and packing a house.

This year I didn't mince words. You can be shocked and appalled all you like, but for once I did what felt good to me. After asking him what happened to his phone call to see her was in April, June and September, and he again telling me what he says every time - you took her from me, you don't let me see her. After asking him what he does when he runs out of smokes or beer, and hearing his response 'I go to the shops to get more'. That was enough for me. I hung up.

Yes, I hung up. So yet again it's my fault. My fault that he doesn't see her. Funny how everything in that relationship was my fault, and still would be viewed like that.

If you know you've run out of things (in his case, beer and smokes) and you can get off your butt and go to the shops to get more, but can't get off your butt to make time to see 'your' daughter, well in my opinion there is something wrong there.

Funnily enough, he didn't call back and he won't. She isn't worth his time.

She's worth mine and I don't have time for people that don't think she is worth theirs.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

The Drive in

The things you think as you drive into work... Well, actually, the things I think as I drive into work:
  • Bugger the radio, I'll go with the Pulp Fiction soundtrack again today
  • "Counting flowers on the wall, that don't bother me at all" Hmmm.... should I really be singing this song out aloud while driving? Remember what happened to Butch when he was driving along and singing along to this track....
  • Oh good on you silver Lexus, that's right you do own the road, and I'm just here for the fun of it. Idiot.
  • Heh, idiot silver Lexus, you should have merged behind me. You'll never be seen again! Bwhahaaahahaa!!!
  • Oh geezz..... now what. Why have we stopped at the top of the bridge now?
  • "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men" you go Samuel Jackson, coolest man on the planet.
  • Come on traffic, move it.
  • "And I love you pumpkin" I must sound a right nutter yelling along with Amanda Plummer in the bit after this.
  • Oh wow, I don't think the front of that truck is meant to look like that.
  • Yup, traffic has cleared now, bloomin' rubber neckers.
  • And arriving just on time... Me!
Not bad for someone who woke up late, due to being awake for 3 hours during the night and a curious baby (I'm going with Mr 'Enry on this one) turning the volume down on the alarm clock.