another insight into me

i'm reading a book. in the chapter i am currently up to, the main character goes jogging. a thought enters my brain. perhaps i should start jogging? instead i fall asleep and wake up an hour later.

i wake up to a phone call.

are you seeing someone else?
or have you seen someone else?
cos (insert name here) said he thought he read something that said you were seeing someone...a new guy...someone from melbourne?

no

perhaps (insert name here) should learn to keep away

copycat

ok, im being a sheep, jumping on the bandwagon, all those othercopying words you can think of. i got this from petstarr, who got it from blah blah blah etc




1. How does the world see me?
fucking great! oh, ok, thats not the name of the song, or the way the world sees me, but the song is one of the ones i always skip if it comes up because its from simon. grr. i dont know what its called cos he never gave me a list.
"he's got a rhythym he calls his own...1, 2 and 3 and 4"

2. Will I have a happy life?
buy now pay later, charlie no2 - the whitlams
hmm....perhaps i shouldnt be so selfish, then maybe i will?

3. What do my friends really think of me?
house full of friends - andrew kaffer
'how many times can you write a song that says you're sorry you moved on and that you're never coming back?'

4. What do people secretly think of me?
metarie - lapalco
'i'd really like to see you every day, but im afraid of what my friends might say'

5. How can I make myself happy?
columns o' steam - the lucksmiths
a holiday? on a train? ok!

6. What should I do with my life?
i'm easy - brendan benson
...ok...i think some people might think this is how i've already lived my life so far

7. Will I ever have children?
this should be interesting...a summer long since passed - virginia astley
so, no more then?

8. What is some good advice for me?
haahahahahahahahahahahahahahhaahhahahahah
judy is a dick slap - belle and sebastian

now i have to think about who i know called judy

9. How will I be remembered?
lazy line painter jane - belle and sebastian
i do like sleeping, yes...aah, i see
Dreaming of anything
Dreaming of the time when you are free from all the trouble you’re in

10. What is my signature dancing song?
homeward bound - simon and garfunkel
well yes, i do play better music at home than they do out there

11. What do I think my current theme song is?
record store - darren hanlon
'your life's a film, who writes the score?'

12. What does everyone else think my current theme song is?
keep the customer satisfied - simon and garfunkel


13. What song will play at my funeral?
patterns - simon and garfunkel

The night sets softly
With the hush of falling leaves,
Casting shivering shadows
On the houses through the trees,
And the light from a street lamp
Paints a pattern on my wall,
Like the pieces of a puzzle
Or a child's uneven scrawl.

Up a narrow flight of stairs
In a narrow little room,
As I lie upon my bed
In the early evening gloom.
Impaled on my wall
My eyes can dimly see
The pattern of my life
And the puzzle that is me.

From the moment of my birth
To the instant of my death,
There are patterns I must follow
Just as I must breathe each breath.
Like a rat in a maze
The path before me lies,
And the pattern never alters
Until the rat dies.

And the pattern still remains
On the wall where darkness fell,
And it's fitting that it should,
For in darkness I must dwell.
Like the color of my skin,
Or the day that I grow old,
My life is made of patterns
That can scarcely be controlled.

oooh. scary


14. What type of men/women do you like?
(there's not enough songs about) squash - darren hanlon
hmm..matts playing squash tomorrow night...

15. What is my day going to be like?
world encyclopedia of twentieth century murder - the lucksmiths
ooooo k

good thing im about to go to bed

'i bury myself in books, im very good at murderous looks'

happy mother's day


adelaide
claire
heather
beth
rachel
tina

and to the ones who dont have blogs:
sharyn, sandi, april, natasha, leah, soon to be mums lydia and bevis' wifey and all the other mums.

i hope you got to sleep in more than me this morning

apparently there is no mothers day faerie that you can wish to to have the dishes done and the clothes folded and put away. that has to change, quick smart

happy mothers day, mum

i'm nervous

evidence that i shouldn be allowed nerr alcohasol and as compuet

carly says:
sandi wantst o go to chusrc agoan
MedusA - www.nakedmedusa.com says:
no
carly says:
aahshahahaha
carly says:
but it was gfunny
MedusA - www.nakedmedusa.com says:
yes, once
MedusA - www.nakedmedusa.com says:
twice, no
carly says:
well fine tehn yoiudfr nboy invited
MedusA - www.nakedmedusa.com says:
suggest ice skating to her again
carly says:
i;ll go wiutyh ghalya and rebessac from work
MedusA - www.nakedmedusa.com says:
HAHA sac
carly says:
rebessac
carly says:
im funny
MedusA - www.nakedmedusa.com says:
you are, but wtf is going on with your typing?
carly says:
maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayeb im noight be fdrinuk
MedusA - www.nakedmedusa.com says:
haha, you dick face
carly says:
heeheehehe'

which then cause dem e to laugh unconrteoba;y and draw this



which just psroves o shouldmt be alowde near alcohola nssd especially on a school nowght

cant fight it

so i took the first step and i bought a bottle of baileys, and now im sitting here enjoying it, trying not to think about tomorrow

hmmm

bit all my nails off

time is running out

my 99c sale at ebay is finishing very soon, in about 4 hours time in fact. if you want some handmade goodies or a few other random things, get yourself over there

the 'p' word

what is it? can you guess?
is it penis?
poppycock?
pregnant?
prehensile?

no

it is poo

you might think that since i am parenting two school aged boys, that i wouldnt have to deal with poo all that much anymore, but that is where you would be wrong.

eli is currently sitting on the toilet, after walking up to me...well, there really isnt any other way to say it...like he had a poo in his pants. this wasnt all that far from the truth. he's 'doing pop offs and the poo comes out in my jocks' and its gross, yeah, but im the mum, so i say, 'ok, off with your pants, you sit there and i'll go rinse off your jocks'. this is how i know i am really a mum. like the time i was changing xanders nappy when he was teeny tiny, and as i was wiping him, he pood right into my hand (on top of the wipe) and i just left my hand there and waited for him to finish.
mums are pretty amazing things. my mum will be in alice springs for mothers day next weekend, but i've made her something already, something i'll be doing with my storytime kids on wednesday. i'll scan it next week so you can see. i think she'll love it. i know she will, because i made it for her and she's my mum

the state of ten

its been about 3 years since i watched neighbours on a semi regular basis, but since this year's big brother has so many crazys that i MUST watch it, i find myself glued to neighbours and lo and behold my insanity metre zooms off the charts.
i could never even pretend to be as ineighboured* with neighbours as bevis is, and i will definately probably get some vital information wrong, but this is the way i see it.

ERINSBOUROUGH IS A GIANT LOONY BIN

please explain?

gee, lets see. just looking at the episode synopsis for tuesday on the neighbours website

Frightened of his growing feelings, Robert decides that Katya must be removed.

ok, there are a few mistakes i see in that sentence. the use of the word 'removed' as if she is a tree that has roots growing into your drains, or perhaps a spare limb that you decide you dont really need. removed does not mean 'push her from a cliff in the surrounding bushland of giant loony bin town'.
also the use of robert, where clearly that psycho boys name is cameron.
also the use of katya, where clearly she is a puppet with no facial movement.

on monday or tuesday night, i cant remember now, robert cameron turned down katya when she tied to persuade him upstairs by kissing him stupidly. and when i say stupidly, i probably am being a tad mean. she obviously cant move her facial muscles, and therefore cannot open her mouth all too much. anyway, so he made her go home, then went and visited his coma brother (who is his twin) and said 'cant fall in love when you're trying to blow up a plane' or something like that.

blow up a plane

BLOW UP A PLANE!?!

wasnt there a plane crash last year? boring

its a new world record



within only 2 weeks i managed to disappoint and break someones image of me



i am fantastic

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90 cent champagne = bad idea

i've never drank (drunk? drink?) had champagne. i mean, ive had a sip if there was a toast being made, but thats all. im not a big alcohol drinker. it doesnt take me much to get drunk. thanks to last night, i can safely say, i am glad i dont drink champagne.

the gorgeous sandi (hereonin to be known as snadi)broke up with her boyfriend a while ago. but you know how it is. you both still love each other but one or both of you cant get past the reason you had to break up, so instead you just come round, watch tv and fuck sometimes. you know? anyway, she has decided, once and for all, to move on. she's getting her furniture out of the house, she's not caling him, she's moving on.

and because of that, we celebrated

and because it was snadi who needed the celebrations, she got to choose where we went

and it was because of that, that we ended up at church (the nightclub)

I KNOW!

but it wasnt actually as bad as both kirsty and i thought it would be. apart from being hit with a wall of beats and cigarete smoke as we walked through the door, it was a pretty alright night. i should point out that it was 90's night, and that was the reason we were there. snadi is a self confessed music dork who is into pop and wont listen to 3d or triple j, so she had a great time and knew aaaaalllll the words.
if there are any of you out there, guy or girl, who feel the need to pash 15 people without consequence, i'll just let you know that friday night at church is the place to be. everyone was kissing and moving on to the next one. its a whole different world out there. i spent a lot of my night staring at people, watching them kiss and move on, kiss and move on.its insane, insane i tell you!

apart from a couple of 'ladies' who arrived later in the night, and a group of men (one of whom looked scarily like my uncle) who stood at the back of the room and picked up occasionally, me and snadi were the eldest ones there, by quite a few years. the biggest clue to this was when a guy asked to dance with snadi and she said 'i'm old enough to be your mother' he said 'nah, how old are you? im 22' and when she replied '31' he let go of her as if she was poison and ran away. she said that had it not been so absolutely hilarious, she would have felt hurt.
the continual, 'so, you're really 28???'*, the way that even though i was drunk on $1.80's worth of raspberry champagne, i didnt vomit it all over the bathroom floor in a bright pink mess, the way i wasnt pashing people left right and centre, all of these things hughlighted how much older i was that the majority of the crowd.

at this point i need to say hi to jason and matty, two sweet country boys who tried their hardest. jason is even planning on calling his baby girl 'carly', should he ever have a baby, and its a girl. ladies, if you're interested, if he has a boy it shall be called 'evan'.

it was alatea night for an old lady like me, and i have a slight headache to prove it. i think i should go back to sleep so i can be all sparkly and pretty for a mcdonalds birthday party tomorrow.

see you then

*a lot of times i had to think if i was indeed really 28. there were afew times when i didnt believe it myself

take your vitamins

what is in orange food (apart from beta carratine) that a body craves? today for lunch i had two carrots, two mandarines and some pumpkin soup. apart from turning the tips of my fingers orange, it didnt seem to change anything

brush with fame

on wednesday, a guy came in to work with some posters to be laminated. yep, no worries. i'll give you a call when its ready, it'll probably be tomorrow. great, thanks a lot.

so i do the laminating. three hilltop hoods posters. oh cool. i like them. i dont think i'd listen to the album, but the songs i've heard are good.

i give him a call. he is very thankful and comes in quite quickly to pick them up.

a lady from work runs into the back room and wiggles. 'i've just met a guy from the hilltop hoods!' and i smile. she's cutting his signature off of the laminating form and putting it in her pocket. its nice to see people happy