Earth Hour

We had wine, grapes, roasted pumpkin dip, water crackers and White Castello cheese with quince paste on slices of baguette.

We turned off the power and played Operation (battery operated!) by candle light.

It gets harder the more wine you drink.

I hope that your Earth Hour was as enjoyable as ours and that if you didn’t join us this year, you will in 2009.

Basil says: Candles make me hott.

Bullet Points – In which we talk more about poo than necessary

• Been going to the gym at least 4 or 5 times a week.. feel fitter and stronger and stuff but scales stay the same… why must you torture me so scales?
• That point above should read “WAS going to the gym at least 4 or 5 times a week” but then Easter came and Mick and I lazed about and were generally lazy buggers and we averaged one very large meal a day and then Mick got sick. Oh noes! But I was ok… until….
• On Tuesday night I had terrible dreams that I needed to throw up all night and then Wednesday morning I… developed a really close relationship with my loo and we you know… hung out and stuff and just generally spent all day together because you know… my loo really CARES.
• So my Doctor told me that 80% of the patients he saw that day had viral stomach thingies… which was comforting considering I have had Giardia not once but TWICE in my life.
• Go on, click that link and read the symptoms… Noice.
• And no, I did not get Giardia from “fecal-oral route (through poor hygiene practices)”, mine was contracted through contaminated water on a long distance bus trip and the contamination of water supply in Sydney in 1988.
• I very lucky girl.
  So anyways… yeah…. where was I?
• All good now, had really bad cramps on Wednesday night where it felt like someone was slicing me up the middle with the really jagged implement and again on Thursday.
• So I rang my Grandma and she has rung twice to see if I am ok, she was worried as she nursed me through the first bout of giardia when I nine.
• I was violently ill for 2 weeks that time over Christmas AND my ninth birthday.
• I love my Grandma.
• So for three days I had not much of an appetite, which was unusual for me. I was under strict instructions from the Dr to stick to carbs…
• Plain old carbs with no dairy like butter or cheese… seriously, where is the fun in a baked potato without butter?
• But I didn’t really care.
• Do you know… when you eat such food your poo goes really like… pale?
  My appetite is back now… unfortunately, but yours is probably gone after that last sentence.
• Sorry about that, but I find poo a fascinating topic.
• Something really weird though… I can’t imagine the Queen pooing. AT ALL.
• I’ve taken up boxing at the gym and I love it.
• I get so sweaty.. even my socks are sweaty… and so AGGRESSIVE…. Rar!!! Watch out MOFOS!
• I can’t wait for boxing next week.
• Mick gave me a very gorgeous and beautiful pearl ring for our first anniversary but as I have stumpy little fingers he had to exchange it so we post some photos once we have it yes?
• Poor Mick, he has a dickie knee… go give him some luff, but not too much thanks, that’s my job.
• Erm.. I think that is it…

Bullet Points – About the wedding.

Lordy, it’s been a while has it not? Let’s catch up with some lovely bullet points:

• No, I didn’t get married. One of my best friend’s Karl got married to his lovely lady Kim. It was such an awesome day, just a really, really lovely wedding with beautiful touches. I can’t really explain what overwhelmed me most about the day, seeing one of my oldest and best friends get married to someone such a beautiful woman? Seeing a lot of old friends? Or just seeing two of my very best friends in the whole world and Mick getting to meet them?
• Also, they had my favourite champagne… nom nom nom… and lobster and prawns and just really bloody YUMMY food.
• But sweeties… the location… fuck me. “a much-sought after venue by brides, being an elegant 1830s mansion with full views across manicured lawns to Sydney harbour. You can have an elegant sit-down dinner or cocktail party under the marquee for up to 100 in the pretty garden. But you have to be quick to book: only 12 weddings a year are currently allowed.”
• I really miss having those friends in my everyday life…

J9, Mick and I. I miss her… sniff.

…sniff…..

Me and Karlos… sniff sniff.

Tune in tomorrow for my next exciting bullet point post which is all about poo!

PS. Does anyone who uses WordPress have as much trouble as I do putting goddamn photos up?! Gah. When I shrink them to fit the page it makes us too fat or too thin or skinny weird heads.. VERY FRUSTRATING.

This is not a test…

I’m still here, just been rooly rooly busy and stuff with gym, Easter, wedding, work and now some lovely stomach bug. We won’t go into details as some of you may be eating your dinner.

Back soon, I promise.

Angry Pants

Holly Golightly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?
Paul Varjak: The mean reds, you mean like the blues?
Holly Golightly: No. The blues are because you’re getting fat and maybe it’s been raining too long, you’re just sad that’s all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you’re afraid and you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?
Paul Varjak: Sure.
Holly Golightly: Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany’s. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that’d make me feel like Tiffany’s, then – then I’d buy some furniture and give the cat a name!

Yep. I had my angry pants on today. And in case you are wondering they are RED

I won’t go into the details as it’s work related but I can talk about how it makes me feel.

I am a weeper… when I get angry I get frustrated and when I get frustrated I get overwhelmed and then I cry.

I fucking hate it. It’s embarrasing crying in front of your work colleagues. I also worry that it makes me seem like a weak, emotional person.

I don’t want to be like this, how can I learn how to control it? Don’t get me wrong, it doesn’t happen every day or anything, but it does happen. I worry that I am the only person that has this problem.

You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man cry at work.

These are a few of my favourite things…

I think the following song may very well be my favourite song ever. I love it so much that once when it came on at RUMOURS INTERNATIONAL I ran from the “back bar” (because it was at the back of the big shed that we called a nightclub) all the way to the dancefloor and in my excitement managed to get a chair leg caught in my shoe strap and dragged it all the way. Like 40 metres through a crowded nightclub.

26 years after it was Number One I still get all overwhelmed with excitement when I hear it. I still want to put my hands behind my back and stomp out the tune.

I even found a bit of trivia out, the “Eileen” as featured in the video (and on the record sleeve) is Maire Fahey, sister of Siobhan Fahey, who we all remember from Bananarama.

And when did people stop playing tea chests? I seem to remember them as a big feature of our bush dances in primary school.

Bring back the tea chest!

Bevvers

Remember how I got Beverley Hills 901210 for Christmas? And then Mick bought me season 2 as a reward for not fagging away on the durries?

Well, I was watching disc 3 of season 2 tonight.
Its the first day back at school and David’s all cool because his Dad is now shagging Kelly’s Mom and Scott comes back from Oklahoma wearing a stetson and listening to “C and W”.
Oh, and Brenda dreamt that she turned up to school nekkid. Ploise. Like anyone actually ever had that dream.
Andrea sharpens about 16 pencils with an automatic pencil sharpener, the lazy whore.
That minx Emily Valentine makes her first appearance.
Brenda, Donna, Kelly and Emily plan to do a version of “Addicted to Love” dressed up as slutty sluts but instead they are going to sing “Addicted to Clothes” but then in light of it being West Beverly High they decide to do terrible version of ”Breaking up is hard to do” instead. Which really just confused me.

I digress…. what I really wanted to tell you about was….

RANDOM THOUGHTS I HAD WHILST WATCHING BEVVERS

• Emily is rather fugly. I thought this back then and I realise it again now with great fervour. She is also rather old and haggard looking, I know some of the cast were pushing the boundaries of reality by playing teenagers (Gabrielle Carteris I am looking at you) but Christine Elise who plays Emily looks like she needs a lie down, for about a week and maybe an IV drip.
• Emily’s regrowth is SHOCKING. Just really horrible.
• I find it very hard to believe the amount of men interested in Emily… Brandon, Dylan, Steve and even old David express their interest in her. What… the fuck.
• Just to make matters worse, if that really is her singing that song, she can’t sing.
• Dylan has a birdie chest.
• And he talks all strained like… like he’s trying to do a big poo.
• For someone that allegedly spent money on getting her nose fixed, Kelly has an odd nose, kind of bulbous on the end.
• You would think while she was there she would have done sumpy about her goldfish lips.
• Brenda actually has really nice skin.
• Mrs Walsh had a vague “job” in the 1st series, something to do with plants or landscaping.
• Anna went from being Mrs Walsh’s maid who spoke no English in the first few episodes to her “plant assistant” who spoke English with no accent.
• When you watch a few episodes in a row you notice that they use the same file shots over and over again. There’s always a guy with a flouro bumbag and a girl sitting on a wall.
• In the first series they actually concentrated on the Walsh parents a lot. Thank fuck they stop that in series two.
• Does anyone remember when Steve and OOOONNNDREA almost hooked up in season one? Yeah. I was kinda shocked too.
• Following on from that point, who remembers when the Walsh’s almost moved back to Minnesota in the first series and OOOONNNDREA offered Brandon the secks as a farewell gift and they were all hot and heavy for an episode and a half. That also shocked me.