Stuff.

So, Christmas was shit good. Santa and various others in my life spoilt me rotten. I goooooot….

Le Specs Sunglasses – To recreate Mum’s stylin weathergirl with the mostest look circa 1982.
BEVERLY HILLS 90210 season 1 dvd’s… so very exciting…and the CLOTHES. As Schoon pointed out last night, women really got the rough end of the fashion stick in the early nineties what with the blazers, unflattering waistlines, crushed velvet hats, ties and bike pants. However, I digress.
Music and Lyrics dvd – I heart Drew.
Trivial Pursuit Edition 6 – man… this edition is hard… I am slowly working my way through the cards though… muhahaha.. pity the fool that takes me on.
Music Scene It dvd trivia game – I am shit good at this.
Books, books, books… I love books… I have had to ration myself though as I read 4 books in 3 days last week and I need something to read on my holidays.
Earrings – I am thoroughly spoilt for choice when it comes to earrings now.. I got silver hoops and pearls from Mum, the most gorgeous silver and aqua little flower ones from Mick and a pair of silver and bronze baubles from my little sis.
Hmmm… What else… soaps! I got soaps! I love soaps. And new white towels and candles and foot cream and floating candles and a massive tin of toffees.

I guess I was a good girl this year.

Tomorrow it’s my 31st birthday, Mick and Schoon are in cahoots planning sumpy and they are being so nasty and not telling me what it is. Considering how much I hate birthdays I feel quite ok about tomorrow, probably because they have taken all the responsibility out of my hands. Bless ‘em.

Last but not least, I’ve got a new blog for you to check out… it’s Little Shoo. He is also a Schoonee but prefers to spell it wrong… like Shoonee… no c you see.

Anyway, drop by and give him some of your “special” loving. He’s a shy little soul.

Mick and I are off on the 30th on a road trip up to QLD… Have a drink for me on New Years, because I will certainly be having one for you.

2008 – It will be great (I just made that up, can you tell?)

’twas the night before Christmas…

Toot toot! I am officially on holidays! Well, I was as of Friday arvo but the hangover on Saturday fooled me and it was not until I woke up this morning and realised I did NOT HAVE TO GO TO WORK that it sunk in. Of course, I still got up at 7:30am, because it will take my body clock a week or so to catch up. Come January 14th, the scheduled day for my return to work I will be in the habit of getting up at 10.30.

Anyway. I am just blathering really.

The house is sparkling, we have chickin, ham, salad, pudding and a truckload of other goodies to feast on tomorrow.

We have a case of beer and two bottles of champers chilling…

We have about 80 gazillion presents under the tree which I am just fucking dying to open but Schoonee will have my head on a platter for lunch tomorrow if I poke, prod, sniff or shake any of them one more time.

I am blessed.

Merry Christmas, may you all have a glamorous and gorgeous Christmas.

Kisses and hugs.

AND BEST WISHES TO ALY WHO LEAVES ME TO MOVE THE UK TOMORROW.

SNIFF. Miss you already kid. xx

I am full of Christmas cheer and it smells kinda funky.

Dudes. I not be feeling well at all. Thank god I stuck to beer and not had a sniff of wine.

However… something not quite right.

Feel like beer is still sloshing around in stomach. Defrosted Laksa not helping.

Oh. The Christmas Gods are against me.

In other news, no more work for 3 weeks.

You little ripper.

Think I will go be sick now thank you.

Basil.

So we had a few Christmas drinks last weekend, just some quiet ones you know… and there were a few incidents with Basil… as in Basil, the plant.

Things turn nasty over Basil.

Is not Basil.

Mr Cabbie loves Basil too!

(Thanks to Luce for letting me nick the photos from Facebook, not that she knows it yet, but I figure she owes me considering she now has my Basil plant sitting on her desk at work)

Let me tell you kids, I was not a well bunny on Sunday morning. I woke up at about 7am and slugged back two “Chemist Own” Paracetamol tablets that someone had shoved in my hand at about 1am. That shit is chalky, which is probably why I threw them up warm water and two partially disolved tablets about 10 minutes later.

And every time I moved my head my brain was like a dried date rolling and thunking around in the cavity that was my head.

This festive season is farking killing me.

Bear with me if this photos are crap.. Mick is my photo fixer….