ineradicable stain

I am writing about gloria Dawn. She was very frail and delicate and gossamery. She was my girlfriend I looked at her tender plump breastypoo's, nestling in the collar of her dress like peaches in a basket– just as rosy and soft– and I would want to nibble on them and devour her. (her bottom was pretty nice too)

so, who missed me?

yeah, i know, slack. and it's even been pointed out to me in the den. over a week and NO entries. goodness gracious me.

well, i *have* been busy miss vicki pants.

we went down to port willunga so holly could see a sunset. stupid sean, not this sean, that sean (yawassid), didnt think to take her to see one when she was in california. feh.

so we were down the beach and it was all real nice and stuff. the kids* played in the caves (*read personwhosnameimustnevermention, sean, x and e), and we watched the sunset then drove home. what else....oh, we went to the zoo and i saw baby meerkats. yeah! tiny little things. so cute. hmm, that was a rather girly moment. i was pretty disappointed by the kids zoo. no sheep and goats head butting you for oats, just three deer. where did all the animals go??? i think my other favourite part was the giraffes. *and* sean got me a snow globe. yep, snowing at the adelaide zoo, just the way it's meant to be.

we've been down to christies beach and port noarlunga beach too. personwhosnameimustnevermention and sean went snorkelling, but im quite sure they were more impressed by the 2 fifteen year olds squeeling at the bottom of the stairs.

last night we went to personwhosnameimustnevermention's parents house and had this massive dinner. bbq'd yummies. and pavlova. and....thats all really. i was sleepy last night so i went to bed while everyone else stayed up and watched spaceballs.

oh! pageant! tahts right. we went to the pageant yesterday. it's been years since i've been to the pageant. i dont think either of the kids have ever been. e enjoyed it. x was his usual surly self. then i got to get my face painted by vicki. yay, that cheered me up cos lil carly got to pop out for a bit. illegal face painters, sheesh, i dunno. but she got to meet sean and holly and they all seemed to get along alright. even if vicki did start slipping into her american self.

so there you go.. a long awaited update of pretty much nothing. hope you enjoyed it and be sure to check in next time for some extra special bits of nothing, wahahey!

homophobia is rampant in noarlunga

apparently sitting next to each other in front of school children is promoting lesbian behaviour.

sunday was my first experience of homophobia. i wasnt as mad as i thought i would be, but i guess that may be because it didnt come directly at me. vicki and i were told via someone in the office of the theatre that she and i sitting next to each other was frightening the children, and they were afraid for them cos it was a dangerous place for them to be.

im sorry, but isnt it better for them to see two people, regardless of their gender, showing friendship and affection for each other than people yelling and fighting? or perhaps they'd prefer it if we stuck them infront of the tv for a while, or a mindless computer game?

i really hope my kids get to grow up seeing that no matter who people are, as long as they love each other, it's ok

and she was last seen at tullamarine, leaving on flight 17, it's the saddest thing that i've seen the mabels

well, we'll be at tullamarine airport tomorrow morning meeting sean and holly for the first time. i'm not realy freaking out, not yet anyway. i'm still procrastinating about getting the house ready and all my stuff packed. their room is ready at least, so we can always just blindfold them and lead them in there so they dont see the rest of the house.

i miss my boys. e's still hopping about the place like a little bird, but x left for kindy at 8:30 this morning and i probably wont see him till sunday.

i havent even brushed my teeth yet, thats how far behind i am today....

gah!

daylight savings.....

this is th last time i listen to matt when it comes to daylight savings. 'yeah, ' he says, 'you put the clocks backward because then you get an extra hour of daylight, and thats what its like in summer, more daylight'. ok then, i think, and, i change all the clocks. i'm now going to bed at 10 oclock, but thats fine, more time for reading, i say to myself.

the next day we're up early fixing up the house. we do gardening and cleaning and painting and all this stuff, and i'm thinking, wow, its only 11, we've done so much in so little time. then i get a message from vicki 'where are you? auditions start in 25 minutes!!!!'. nah, she's got it all wrong, its only 11, i've got aaaaaages yet before i have to be there. silly girl has set her clocks wrong. i message her back and tell her that, and then i ring up and ask what the time is.

at the third stroke it will be 1 0 7 and 30 seconds beep beep beep

i have to listen to this twice before it sinks in. no, i didnt just forget to change my clock so i'm an hour late, i set it back an hour so im actually 2 hours late.

hello stupid! hello, says carly

exciting unexcitingness

i bought a bathroom cleaning product and it works, and wasnt i stoked. i even told my mum about it and tok matt into the bathroom when he got home from work to show him how shiny everything is.

i am a sad sad girl.

so the reason i'm cleaning instead of sitting around doing my usual thing is because i have....counting...5ish days until matt and i leave for melbourne. why are we going to melbourne? well, you know, it's cool and everything, good shops, jam donuts :), but we are also meeting sean and holly there at the airport.
it'll be the first time we've actualy seen them in real life, not just a computer screen, and it's been liek 2 and a half years or something freakish like that. they're flying from america to come and see us. US. a strange litle family in adelaide in a tiny house with a freaky two-part dog.

i'm falling into disbelief

still, im not panicking yet at least. i still have mundane things to do like the washing and paying bills. i have an audition for aladdin on sunday and i have to remember to pick a bag of lemons for vicki's mum.

it's...i dont know...i dont know if it's sunk in yet

xo

elliott smith commited suicide....thats made me sad

old fashioned values

some boys came over and knocked on my door on the weekend and asked if they could wash my car for a couple of dollars. we gave them 6, that's $3 each.
nice to see them out earning money and helping people.

i still locked my car first though

i think the answer may lie in a cup of tea and a piece of toast....

just so you can see how truly fabulous we all were, here are some pics of the cast of the boyfriend.

from the top, left to right: helen, zoe, fiona, carly, tanna, vicki, tanya, me, lorraine, and in the front anita and julia.
second pic : nathan, dave, malcolm, jimmy, james and michael.

i didnt get a pic of the main girls cos they had a different dressing room, but you get the idea.

run, its a catch up post

yeah yeah, i know, i havent written anything properly in ages. but hey, im a busy girl.

so, the boyfriend. well, we fucking rocked. just got better and better with each performance, and we even got a standing ovation on the last night.
yes yes, thankyou thankyou. and thankyou dang, most of all. i know you were there, in disguise, every night. there was the usual fighting backstage, and bitching about each other and tappers...tappers, he he he.

cast party rocked too. i was drunk, oh how i was drunk. and when im drunk, im anyones. well, i was the couches cos it got decidedly harder to get up as the night went on. i was the unofficial winner of charades, because i rule. why is it that i can never think of things to charade when its my turn but when im laying awake at night i can think of billions?
there was bitching there too, relationship problems abounded....abounded? look, im not getting into it, but if i was going out with fiona, i'd fuck her, end of story.

i love vanessa. i dig chicks who play guitar. seriously, me vix and ness singing throw your arms around me could rival the doug anthony allstars.

so in a week and a half matt and i will be standing in melbourne airport and sean and holly will be getting off the plane. weird...i dont think i can say any more about that...

fucking blogger. i wrote a whole lot and now its all gone. gone i tell you!

how many do you agree with?

YOU ARE PINKY BEECROFT.
A surly cunt with a chip on your shoulder, you are
a recluse who never quite makes it home. You
were raised in a Swedish convent. Oh shit. That
was meant to be a secret.

YOU ARE FUCKING MR STRIKE!


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