Monday, October 29, 2007

oz idol

if you want an actual recap of tonights show, please go here and laugh your arse off

if you prefer to stay here, you can read messages tween me and kirsty, and me and miffy

*ricki lee*
kirsty: are you watching this shit?
me: sadly i am. im waiting for her vag to fall out of her dress and eat one of the acrobats
kirsty: oh that is beautiful imagery

damn, i missed the beginning of idol. u watching? what song did they do? haha. her dancers are dumb
me: dont think they've done the song yet. kirsty just msgd 'are you watching this shit' i answered with 'im waiting for her vag to fall out of her dress and eat an acrobat'
baha. her rack was ready. farkin hell, that shit was gold! gay.

*courtney murphy*
kirsty: did you think they were going to say he was dead?
me: wouldnt have surprised me. miffy msgd about ricki lee 'gay'
kirsty: she looked like a retarded feather duster, she was all the wrong shape

me: did you see that sign? it said 'i wish matt was 3 years older' best.sign.ever.
miffy: corby digs womens fashion. i love the jackets carl wears, they're spunk. tarasai is an angry bratz doll. i didnt see the sign. damn

me: marty totally moves like agro. i think i have a crush on carl
kirsty: awwwwwww he is cute

*telstra phones and the first in the bottom (hehehe, the first in the bottom)*
kirsty: i would never endorse that shit if i was on idol
me: oh, its such good quality, how quick is the download. dumbasses. sux to be tarasai, mwahahaha. i like marty

miffy: i enjoyed how he said 'and mark pointed at you and yelled 'touchdown'. i giggled. yum, dulux jelly beans are back, and we're painting! yay!

miffy: its my two votes that did it. clearly. bye bye tarasai
me: oh i hope so. i quite like natalie

*kevin rudds election promises*
kirsty: you really think he's going to ratify kyoto?
me: when he says ratify, all i can think of is the simpsons. but it sounds good kirsty: yeah, i dunno if he's trustworthy tho

*tarasai leaves*
me: fucking awesome
kirsty: fuck yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

me: fucking awesome
miffy: she really does look like a bratz doll

me: i taught a crocodile on animal crossing to say 'tarasai sucks!'
miffy: haha, pure gold. i've laughed heaps today

kirsty: god make her shut up
me: god would be the one who could do it

while we're on the topic of bratz, mum, look at this

that is a baby bratz. its wearing a g string. explain to me how thats not slutty

Saturday, October 27, 2007

finding dead animals on my back porch

only a cat lover could think that was sweet

Friday, October 26, 2007


for over two years, i've been trying. i've gotten better...i, i have. but it's still hard. and i made a bit of extra effort this week, and where has it gotten me? on the phone, crying, and being hung up on cos 'someone was at the door'.

is it stupid to think that i might have meant something?

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

give my house fleas, will you!

i'll give you a bath

Monday, October 22, 2007

it got cold today

lucky flora had her scarf and beanie

Thursday, October 18, 2007

she's here!

today i became a new mummy again.

for years i've wanted a blythe doll. i cant remember exactly when i first wanted one, but im pretty certain it was on one of our trips to melbourne when we visited chapel bizarre. they were always well out of my price range, but this year i decided to treat myself. instead of putting all my tax return money into savings like i usually do, i bought myself flora dawn

her real name is prima dolly ginger, but i've had the name 'flora' floating around in my head for a few nights now since i've been reading shantaram . flora doesnt have anything more to do with the book, other than its the name of one of the apartment blocks he stays in for a while, but since i read it its been stuck there, and everytime i read it again, i think 'thats what she should be called'.

hopefully posts shouldnt be too blythe related from now on. i'll try and keep them to a minimum, tho im sure there'll be some happy people who will be pleased i have another topic to talk about

ps. happy ben kweller day, everyone!
x = spotty

Sunday, October 14, 2007

ssssh. spots

so, i've been a tad quiet of late. i cant exactly say i've been busy as i havent done all that much, but i havent had a lot of opportunities to blog.

since i last blogged, it has been school holidays. i had lots planned for the holidays. i got those newspapers for mums, adelaides child or something, and had a look what was going on. there was a bug thing, i think, at the museum. bugs or dinosaurs, whatever it was i thought 'my kids will love that!' and was all set to take them in and have a lovely day in the city. we had play dates organised. i was gonna take them to the movies. i just thought we'd have one day at home first, just a quiet monday at home, to start the holidays off slowly.

but thats not where it begins. it actually begins on the sunday night at my aunties house for a birthday bbq. we're having a lovely time. x has camped out on the couch with the boys of his age group and is frantically playing nintendo ds until i say its time to go home. e on the other hand, started the night out with the other boys, but has ended up stuck to my side for the majority of the night. 'im just tired', he says, 'i dont wanna go home, i just want to sit with you'.

and he is tired, i can see it. in his face, his eyes, his whole body is saying 'im tired, take me home'. they'd been camping that weekend, and i figured he was just worn out from a day of fishing and running around by the river.

oh, i was wrong, wrong, wrong

monday comes, they get up, they begin the reflattening of the lawn that had sprung back up during the week they werent here, by riding their bikes around and around and around on the track. we play some lego, we watch a dvd or two and by mid afternoon, e is pooped again. we have a snuggle on the couch, its dinner time, they go to bed with the promise of a movie the next day.

tuesday morning. we get up, breakfasted and dressed and find out that the movie starts at 3. thats fine, we have bikes to ride and houses to build, complete with gardens of peas, corn, carrot and chilli. we also need to watch the land before time. at 230 we head over to the cinema and the kids have a race on the motorbike game. e and i try and get a ratatouille from the skiltester, but we fail. we obviously have no skil. we win two lollies instead. its getting closer to 3 and e is starting to slow down. 'i dont feel well' he says. we decide to watch the movie anyway and if he wants to, he can sleep during it, but you never know, he may feel better once he gets in there.

but he doesnt. he lasts most of the film but has to sit on my lap for the last quarter or so. he's so small and compact. it scares me when he's sick.

we're walking back inside the house.
'this mozzie bite is really itchy', he says.
'mmm' i say, 'dont scratch it too much'
'so's this one. and this one'
uh oh
'show me your mozzie bites'
'here, here'
i turn him around, and point them out on his back 'and here, here and here?'
'sweetie, you've got chicken pox'

herein ends our school holiday adventures

no play dates, no museum, no kids disco with the promise of macdonalds afterwards, no extra hours for me to work on thursday.... and im waiting til morning so i can see if my prediction is true.... two more weeks at home when x wakes up all spotty

there has been an upside to all of this. e can now ride x's bike with no trainer wheels. he taught himself. i seem to have conveniently missed the back wheel in this photo, but here you go

last night, miffy, sharyn, ellyn and i all went to revolver. and had awesome fun, because we are team awesome.

please look at this photo.

firstly, ignore that all photos taken by miffys camera are upside down. secondly, ignore what its called, and thirdly, doesnt my arm look like a penis!
you kind of have to look quickly and look away. its totally penis like.

now for things that dont fit in with the rest of what ive written:

* james blunt is actually funny. i didnt know he was english, and when he started talking he scared me
* phone calls from lovely boys on the other side of the world are just wonderful, no matter what time of day or night
* hairspray is quite possibly the happiest movie of all time. i love pig!
* if i was the mother of a well spoken 6 year old girl who loved reading books, i would not let her borrow a cd from the rap/hip hop genre which had a sticker on the front warning of coarse language and adult themes
* i cannot wait for the librarians to start on the 31st. 'our country, our rules, ok?'. i'll be sad to see the end of summer heights high, but im looking forward to seeing what chris lilley does next
* i am very excited to announce that soon, i'll be a mummy again. more news to follow

Monday, October 01, 2007

awesome! another chance for me to blog about being drunk and for you to tut tut my mothering skills!

friday night

shotz. i went to shotz. it was before midnight, and i hadnt already been somewhere else, and i wasnt already drunk and not wanting to go home and everything else was shut so we said 'fuck it, lets go to shotz'. it was the first night of juicebox, and miffy and i were hoping it would be a pretty big night. it was quite good. there were some good songs...there was also some gwen stefani and beyonce, but everyone there seemed to be having a nice time. poor chelsea, her boyfriend dumped her. but we said she could be in team awesome, and everything was ok. saw michael for a few seconds before he had to run away. and we also took photos in the toilets.

because we are awesome

i met a boy called phil and i danced with a boy called brett. he was possibly called aaron, i just remember thinking 'ha! same name as my brother!'. brett said he'd dance with me 'til your friend comes back'. um, ok...thankyou. he then held my hand and put his arm around my waist and we danced.
'you're a really good dancer'
'why are you laughing? its true'
'yeah, you're a heaps good dancer'
'and you're heaps cute'
'ha! thanks'
'yeah, you're a great dancer'
' not going to kiss you'
'thats ok, im not going to kiss you, i just think you're a great dancer'
'oh look, heres miffy'

all of a sudden it was 3am and it was closing time. early for shotz, but if you think about it, he'd been playing since 9, thats a long night. so hometime it was, and im sure i did something productive on saturday......slept, read books, kissed my babies.....that about sums it up.

saturday night

those of you who know me well would know around about how much alcohol it takes to get me drunk. this is anywhere between 1 and 2 drinks. so, when miffy brings along a bottle of vodka, suddenly 1 or 2 drinks becomes 5 and we're dancing on the street to the cure with highpants and greencard. but thats not how it started.

it started with this

go and see this movie. im not asking you, i am telling you. you must see this movie. and if you really love me you will get me the soundtrack and the dvd when it comes out.

while watching the movie, i consumed a packet of burger rings and an iced honeycomb milk drink. this may not seem important now, but believe me, it is.

at 1030, miffy and i made our way back to the car and drank vodka and red bull. it was tasty. and vodka-y. and red bull-y. we tried listening to miffys awesome cd that she made especially for the night, but it didnt want to work all that much, except for soko. so, it was after a few drinks that soko came on, soko is french and one line in her song is 'a boy called tom' and i thought, i know a boy called tom! and he's french! lets call him! because ideas that involve alcohol and mobile phones are always the best ones to follow up on. so i rang, left a drunken message, rang his other phone, talked to him drunkenly, sang soko, told him i will kiss him next time i see him, and then hung up.

then apologised in an sms for drunken messages

then set a reminder in my phone for the next day, to apologise again for drunken messages

then we listened to the cure, and danced in the street until 1230, when we figured cranker would be ready for us

it wasnt

there was some band on stage, yelling.

so i drank lots of water, cos i was hot. and then ian played the cure. and i danced. and i got hotter, and i drank more water, and then all of a sudden, i felt the need to wee, and while i was weeing, felt the need to spew. and it was the colour of chewed up burger rings mixed with honeycomb milk.

see? i told you it would be important

i felt immensely better after that, and danced until it was time to go to shotz (in the appropriate fashion, already drunk, and because there was nothing else open) and dance there. then it was sober oclock and time to go home.

all in all, a fun weekend was had by miffy and myself. one that i am sure we will have again very soon

Glen Hansard - Falling Slowly

I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made it now

Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing along

Marketa Iglova and Glen Hansard - If you want me

Are you really here or am I dreaming
I can’t tell dreams from truth
For it’s been so long since I have seen you
I can hardly remember your face anymore
When I get really lonely and the distance calls its only silence
I think of you smiling with pride in your eyes a lover that sighs

If you want me satisfy me
If you want me satisfy me

Are you really sure that you believe me
When others say I lie
I wonder if you could ever despise me
You know I really try
To be a better one to satisfy you for you’re everything to me
And I do what you ask me
If you let me be free

If you want me satisfy me
If you want me satisfy me

If you want me satisfy me
If you want me satisfy me