Big Brother 2008 – Quotes of the Day – April 29th

So BB Australia has kicked off again for another year and ohmygoodness, I have not seen this much blogging about it ever. There’s Rima, the one metre tall housemate, who has just been outed as the first Housemate with porn on the innernets, there’s the feisty, mouthy and perhaps slightly racist Granny, Terri who got booted after 12 hours and brand new hosts… Kyle and Jackie O, who I just couldn’t help liking despite myself. And Kyle even made me laugh.

Digressing.

My favourite quotes from todays daily show…

Rima to Brigette: “You’re the least person I am connected with”

Nobby (?) to Terri: “You’ve got a really conservative point of view, which just doesn’t coerce with me”

Brigette (talking about being nominated for being ditzy): “I’m not acting like an air-head, that’s just my personality but I’m really smart as well”

I’d like to point out here that when Terri asked Brigette what she would do if she didn’t leave the house and go to Uni in July, Brigette replied “um… shopping?”

Friends…

Mick thinks people only visit his site because he writes about footy and boobs (not my boobs mind… he gets like a million hits a day for people searching for “Lara Bingle” naked and “footy tips” so now hopefully that I have put them in this post I will get millions of hits too, because right now it’s still all about Matt Lattanzi around here.

So I thought I would share some linky love, Mick posted about friends, inspired by a rather heated discussion we had about friendships and our differing views on them. Oh yeah, and more than a little miscommunication, probably on my side because I am a feisty bitch when I want to be and I get really defensive when I am tired.

One of the hardest parts about being in a long distance relationship is that we have to rely on email, phone, texts and yes, even our blog posts to communicate. Sometimes it’s easy to misinterpret what the other person means and sometimes I can be overly sensitive.

Missing him is hard. Missing my friends is hard. Missing people is hard. Wanting to see my friends and not having the time is hard.

Dudes, it’s hard to be a grown up.

Head on over to his place to read his post and my comments, which is another post in itself.

Poss

Over the weekend I went to one of my besties 30th birthday parties. Le sigh. It’s when your friends who you consider babies start turning 30 that I start staring at the wrinkles around my eyes with a little more fervour.

However, I digress… I also kidnapped her last night and had a big girlie-squat catch up over dinner at the Bavarian Beer Cafe. I highly recommend the pork belly… I’m digressing again.

Poss, for that is her name, and as if I ever call anyone by like… their actual name… is an air-hostess for an international airline and is uber-glamourous but also as you can imagine uber-not-here-so-often.

It was so nice to see her one on one and just catch up, she’s known me for 11 or 12 years now. She knows all my faults, she calls me Bloss or Buttons, I call her Bottomchop. I can talk to her about anything and know that she will never judge or hurt me with the information I give her.

I miss being able to say to someone “it’s not easy being green you know” and that person actually understanding what I mean, I miss having girls nights out with her where we would finally drag our sorry butts home at 4am.

Most of all, I just miss Poss.

I love lamp.

Glory be, behold the innernet. (Or… trying to blog when pissed)

Thank you You Tube. You’ve filled a gap, that void.

Remember when you used to hear a song or see a video and you would have to try and explain it to your friends and you would be frothing at the mouth saying stuff like “it’s totally like… moving and shit” or you would hang around the tele ALL Saturday just to hit “RECORD” on your VCR when it happened to appear again? And it was never a hit, so you didn’t even know if it actually HAD a video. But you knew you had to tell… SOMEONE.

And you wanted to share it with the world, but it just seemed impossible.

How?

How could you share THIS MUCH emotion with those you love? How could you explain the emotion associated with these songs other than the one person that happened to be privy to that wee little breakdown in 1999?

That person that let you wail and rant and cry and sleep and just be overwhelmed.

Thanks Paulo. x

**Editing to add that it wasn’t like a whole nervous breakdown or anything… just relationship breakup and blah blah blah. It’s always so much more dramatic when you are full of booze innit?**

**AND bastard bloody record company removed first vid. Arses. So now you have a live one… the beauty of the song remains the same**

**AND do you KNOW how long it takes to write a post when you is drunk. A long time. Especially when you still a bit squinty around bright lights and the such**

PS Don’t be a lazy shit like me and not even WATCH the deeveedees..

I can SEE!

It’s a fucking miracle! Woot!

Thank you all for the messages of support here on my blog (that includes my newest visitors who I WILL endeavour to visit soon) on facebook and on the phone.

Unfortunately with having so much time off work this month with my stomach virus and my eye op I am WAY behind with EVERYTHING and have been cramming in so much work that I get home and dudes… my eyes… they is tired.

All is good though and I will take the time to sit down on the weekend update this blog, visit your blogs, leave a kiss on your facebook or give you a call.

And Stoicky? Your texts made me miss you so much. I am such a shite friend but I love you. xxx

Eye Can’t See You…

Hello, my name is LaLa.

I used to be able to see, but now I can only squint and it hurts.

Fuck this laser shit. I am never doing it again.

If LaLa was really typing this it would look like..

kr8ty9tl99kr7h67we7390-

…so the typing today will be brought to you by Mick, the Master Carer.

Day 1

Surgery was really quite odd. I was a bit zonked on a Xanax but completely awake during the operation. They do all sorts of fandangalled stuff like melting the epithelial layer of the Cornea and then Lasering inside.

The laser stinks to all hell. Like burnt pig hair. Then they flush your eye out with freezing cold water. The 2nd was much worse than the first because I knew what was coming. Thank fuck I don’t have more than 2 eyes. (Mick: Brown Eye?)

After the operation they put me in a dark room and brought in my other Master Carer, Schoonee. This is when the good shit happened and they gave me 3 Valium. That’s about all I remember of that and the trip home. You will have to email Schoonee direct for details of that.

When we got home it got even better because I got 3 more Valium and have vague recollections of Schoonee waking me up and giving me all sorts of drops. I slept rooly well.

Day 2

I don’t really remember much about the next morning either. I think I had a half-hour conversation with Schoonee’s friend Louie, who is a register Nurse and checked out my eyes and said they looked  good, but I may have slept on and off during that conversation, and then my lover, Mick, arrived.

He had had a gig the night before, pulled 3 hours sleep and then drove 3 hours up to Sydney to become Carer Part 2. Luckily he was pretty tired so we had another sleep.

Overall I quite enjoyed days 1 and 2 because I don’t really remember them.

Day 3

I am now able to open my eyes more than a squint, however I feel completely out of whack and cross-eyed and very frustrated. Mick had bought me 2 talking books, but I am only up to Chapter 2 of the John Grisham one. The mans voice is so melodic that I keep nodding off.

I’ve also had phone calls from concerned relatives and text messages from friends which I have to have other people read out for me.

Probablt the fuinniest incident was when I tried to speak to Grandma, but I had the mobile phone upside down and back to front! I thought something was wrong with my hearing as well.

I am now in a fair bit of pain because presumably the epithelial layer is growing back. RIght now I feel like I will never be able to see properly again, though this is probably just me being dramatic.

MIck just snorted when I said that (Ha…yes I did!)

I have had some unusual one sided conversations with MIck whilst on Valium, including ‘I have too many shoes, I have to get rid of some’, and ‘Were we smoking cigarettes oin the beach today?’. Sometimes I just like to sit up in bed and say, ‘What?’

Mick now has some insight into what I will be like when i am old.

Hope you are all well, and can see…..I so jelus, I hate your gutses..

Me and Goggy hanging out.

If this doesn’t work I am going to use Goggy’s eyes…

Bye bye.

PS – Am unable to shower for 3 days. You can imagine how attractive I feel…(Mick: and smells…pew)