completely random…

and not anything about anything really.

when paying a bill the other day i noticed that part of the three digit verification code needed were the numbers…420…actually i noticed that a ways back just got around to jotting it down. struck me funny. i mean, if ever there was a “sign” you know…*chortle*

LFB has made his first face to face appointment with the lawyer in february. during the phone call he did ask if i would need to get a medical. the lawyer didn’t think so [he’ll check into it] tho there will be verification needed that i am not disabled. so my question is…okaay so how better to find that out than thru a medical. will just have to wait to hear huh. but still sticking to the cutdown and all.

did strike the fat one up in the wee hours of last night…had my son staying over…by the time he went to bed and was asleep i only had a few hits before i thought i would save it til i could really kick back and get into it…tho after the rolling i noticed that there’s only a bit of it still left…so guess that will be good when it’s done. and i will try and forget who has it…lol.

i just killed a red back that had been living amongst my inside orange flowered clivia. was making a trip to the kettle for a coffee when i spied this great stream of web between the pot and the wall…moves in closer with the fly swatter…judging the angle of the swatting motion in my head…i decide to scoop up the black beastie with it instead…so as to smash the spider into something more solid…namely the concrete veranda. as i am trotting outside the natural light glints off the lovely red stripe on its arse…*screws up nose*…i really gotta start wearing me thongs inside.

*adds to shopping list*…can of hairspray. taking jdee’s advice i will use it to immobilise the many legged and fanged spiders i got mooching off me and my flat. but i am figuring i will add sure certainty to their death. just in case the hairspray only stuns them see. gunna have the flame throwing barbeque lighter in my other hand. will probably leave the daddy longlegs alone. they’re harmless…and usually stay up out of my way. we kinda have a deal…you stay up there and you live a happy prosperous life…get down on the ground and it’s a death wish.

so of course i leave it til my last day off to get slightly motivated with the clothes washing and general tidy up. i did make the lasagne and meat pies last night…yer hamburger meat pj and chatty is what we call mince…very versatile mince is huh…spaghetti bowl, meat pies, on toast, with hot chips, on a buttered bread roll and not leastly shaped into a patty to go along with the [in personally approved order. ha]…bun with its bum buttered [sometimes not], lettuce, tomato, beetroot, meat patty, fried onion, tomato or bbq sauce or BOTH *drool* cheese and then the bun top…also made with toasted bread in this household…yep glad someone invented this stuff called mince/hamburger.

i actually have three doors open…whoa…the norm is one. hope nobody takes the front door being open as an invitation or nothun…“don’t make me regret opening it peoples!”.

well i need to go do some stuff. maybe. perhaps indulge in a hamburger eh.

life is all about choices…

negating illness [mental and physical], death and taxes…that is quite true to a large degree huh. tonight i will be making the choice to smoke a big fat scoobie. should get a nice little buzz happening, beings i haven’t had it for a while. will probably get zombiefied…bloody hope so…do the mind numbing tasks that need doing around here. either that or i will become more talkative. lol…ole jabber jaws herself may reign supreme…which means bugger all will get done as i will be blogging.

have to sort out the oldies morning activity today or tomorrow…will be ‘thinking’ day on tuesday. for them not me. am leaning towards brain drains or board games. that way i can leave them to it for the most part. i have a feeling i will have to deal with some ‘unexpecteds’ on tuesday. bloody hope it won’t be that annoying little gnome the new handyman…can’t take to him at all…personally i find him full of self-importance shit and bluster. i have always known that and yet i still employed him huh…can’t accuse me of letting my feelings get in the way there huh. then again perhaps i was subconsciously thinking of blogging opportunities…heh heh.

actually popped out today…ran out of smokes was the reasoning for it…damn them for not having enough smoke supplies when i shopped on wednesday. so i got some thickly sliced ham and the sunday paper as well…ooer might be pizza on the menu tonight…hmmm. that is AFTER i finish off the mince i made yesterday. already done some pies…might make a lasagne and some puff pastry rolls with the remaining mince. then i will let them sit in my freezer until i discover them again. whether they’ll be pet scraps or fit for human consumption. time will tell eh.

one thing that i am aware of…i could never ever have a shower without washing my hair…never mattered how much i’d pin it up…if a tendril on my neck escaped and got damp it would drive me batty enough to pull it all out and get it all wet and washed. now i can handle that wet tendril long enough not to remove the pins for one shower out of two. is that progress or what.

another thing i am aware of…i need caffeine.

okay so…

in answer to a coupla of queries…

australia day…i think its when we as a country was recognised as being a country [by invading whites] back in a couple of hundred boondock years back.

don’t quote me…all i have recognised in the past twenty years is its a public holiday…i never question a public holiday. and really that’s what being an aussie is about [to me...lol...could be more to us]…never question the good bits but bitch like hell about the bad. okay basically its another excuse for a barbie and a piss up and those that work get the day off with pay…and those that don’t get the day off [ie what was me for sixteen years] get to watch those that have the fucking day off getting pissed whilst being paid. yep its a mighty vicious circle. this australian day bizo.

the aborigines have every right to bitch about this day being not such a great day for their forefathers i spose. think they would like to have a day noted by “survivor day” [noo not the reality tv survivor...or tho that could be a goer] or “invasion day”. hey i am all for that…as long as they make it a public holiday for all. i’m down with it. and i think that’s a fair solution. kinda.

it’s also a day when we award our good everyday and ‘famous’ aussies regardless of birthplace with queens medals and such…plus celebrities [whaat we HAVE celebrities??] come to piss weak little country towns and bigger ones to share in this the day of australian celebration. for being us. for we arrrre ostraylians…*said in best john williamsy nasally voice*.

flags are sold…sport is played [probably more watched lol]…music is heard…songs are sung…under the hot australian sun. then we go back to bitching…[mostly good naturedly about everything under that same stinking hot sun]…fucken fliiiies!

it’s chosen by many to become an australian citizen…just heard on a newsbreak that fourteen thousand immigrants did that today in citizenship ceremonies all over the country. i like that. now they become you aussie/indian aussie/vietnamese aussie slash wherever bastids.

so anyway in keeping with the spirit of the day i leave you with me singing/chanting…our national anthem…*clears throat*

Australians all let us rejoice,
For we are young and free;
We’ve golden soil and wealth for toil,
Our home is girt by sea;
Our land abounds in Nature’s gifts
Of beauty rich and rare;
In history’s page, let every stage
Advance Australia fair!
In joyful strains then let us sing,
Advance Australia fair!

and now for the second verse that hardly any of us aussie buggers know or probably more recall…damn beer.

Beneath our radiant southern Cross,
We’ll toil with hearts and hands;
To make this Commonwealth of ours
Renowned of all the lands;
For those who’ve come across the seas
We’ve boundless plains to share;
With courage let us all combine
To advance Australia fair.
In joyful strains then let us sing
Advance Australia fair!

hey ho…

the flat dwelling neighbours have returned.

oh joy, happy dust and goodie goodie gumdrops…i knoooow you noticed the sarcasm dripping there. but, i guess i will get my backyard mowed so i won’t have to be AS cautious stepping out into it…*looking…looking…everywhere*…they better not wake me up in tha morning tho. or…orRR… i’ll just haftah bitch, roll over in bed and start more plotting.

had a pretty productive day. i like kicking butt at work. meaning getting what i wanted/needed done not actually kicking someone’s butt. no i repeat no old wrinkly butted people have been physically or mentally hurt in the making of my day.

had a discussion with the extremely gawd fearing supervisor of the hostel next door concerning us transporting their live in residents [we always did their respite resoes...the "i'm just here for a holiday...cause i fell and broke my hip" types]…dropped the words “aww gawd” into the conversation. not meaning to either it’s just a phrase i often say. uhm is that considered disrespectful like? jdee, teressa? anyway…neither of us batted an eyelid so i’m none the wiser if she considered it to be so.

upshot of the yap is that i willingly transport her clients to specialist appointments as long as their appointments are on days my clients have them also. other words i am not really prepared to spend OUR funding on her clients solely. but they can come along for the ride when mine go. of course they will pay the same ‘fare’ that mine do. the ride ain’t no free one. therefore makes it more financially viable blah blah also keeps those same fares low. i stated [ahaa...look at moi... i stated! i did] that i don’t particularly want phone calls to my home after working hours…especially when i give them notice of my transports two weeks in advance…with updated transports as they come in.

tho *makes mental note to self* if there ARE the exceptions i will try not to bitch, moan and mutter. much. well, as i said “try not to”. guess i better hand over my home number [still debating within myself on this one] just in case. dunno. see the debate is that i know how stressy/pissy like it can be trying to organise something when phones are not answered. and basically mine hardly ever is…[ yes i like to talk by messages and yes i like to be on the internet] and as i do realise that ‘last minute shit’ crops up. it’s just that i hate that last minute shit that has to involve me.

we went over a few other ‘rules’ that i had been mulling over…like if her client is highly incapacitated, mentally and physically they will have to send a carer. as my volunteer drivers are drivers. most are of a good age themselves [some are even older than the clients...i love that] i figure the less ‘hassle’ my drivers have the more happy they will service theirs. plus if something happens to one of their clients i don’t want my drivers overly traumatised [or unforgiving themselves] by it…facing/dealing with it alone like. yep works for me. obviously worked for the hostel supervisor as well.

and yes some of her clients can join in with my clients on our tuesday day centre days. with the proviso none of them poop, pee or dribble where they shouldn’t. of course it wasn’t said like that. but basically i haven’t got the time to deal with stuff like that on them tuesdays. mine keep me hopping enough. “what!…am i just a puppet…a slaAVE!”. but fuck i do hope that evil incarnate pearl doesn’t join us…she is one mean mother bonking old bitch…spry and full faculties…the worst kind. now her! i won’t make the words smile…if anybody gets my meaning. good. she’s evil…evil i say!

had another unexpected visitor this arvo and not the visitor i was expecting. huh?? well yes that does actually make sense…doesn’t it? nevermind…nevermind. basically mardge who was looking ‘after’ the bookings when i was off on holidays made a stuff up. i got two clients booked to go two different directions on the same day hundreds of kilometres apart. no can do bwanna, no matter how many ways i split the one vehicle. but we came up with three plans…so one of them should [HOPEFULLY] work. the client left less disturbed than when she came.

FUCK!

i’m good at times.

lookout for the fall. heehee.

thank fuck fer…

australia day coming up on thursday. makes a five day weekend for me. now usually i could get more excited over this but in reality it will just be the same ole, same ole. just killing time. maybe i should make another effort and go see my brother and his family one of them days. see if my niece is eating poop again.

might see if my sister wants to come for a child free day on sunday. she has three of them. and they have all been on school holidays since before christmas. so she definitely needs a day away from them eh. i know i would. plus i would put her to work with her sewing abilities. some of you may remember the oldies and i did some patches waaay back…to make a quilty wall-hanging thingo. welll, its still at the same stage it was eight or so months ago. i dread any of them asking me about it. again. i mean, by now my excuses have run dry…i’d like to say “fuck orf and i’ll finish it when i feel like finishing it”…but i don’t reckon they’d like that answer. we’ll see…we’ll see.

had a visitor tonight about seven-thirty. wasn’t greatly pleased. but now i notice i don’t say “that’s okay” when they apologise fer coming to my home. i kinda just either not say anything in response or i mutter. wonder if that’s disconcerting to any of them? oh well aye. it was the successful applicant for the handyman slash mowing bitch position…pays twenty bucks an hour. i will add he was the only applicant…there was two others but they had changed their minds. yep thanks fer telling me you fucktards…wasted part of my morning trying to contact them to inform them of their interview times.

after i packed the oldies off onto the bus with a tearful farewell [ahaa...not fucking likely it was tearful] i managed to get ALL my mds data entered and sent off to the department of aged blah blah that gives us our governmental funding. so that was a biiig bonus. i usually leave it until the last minute…in actuality i kinda did. was either done today or done tomorrow. ha. one day i will get me act together and not let everything pile up on me.

mind you i was contemplating head-butting the monitor when the power went off partway thru the transmission. worse still it stayed off outlasting the small battery backup. arrrghhhh. it’s nothing for me to go back after my days off to find twenty sheets had passed thru the fax machine saying that the power went off at such a such time [guess i always have evidence huh] fucken country area power company. someone show blow it up. along with their internet provider services. thank fuck i don’t have that provider at home. or else i’d be more of a pissy bitch.

my son received a love letter the other week. how do i know it was a love letter you may ask. well i opened it of course…once i realised that i could do so without leaving telltale evidence…gotta be aware i always say. now this writer is probably eleven and my son is thirteen i know her mother…and her mums well she’s a bit of a slag really…but i loike her…don’t particularly wanna hangout with her at the pub while she has some random guy sucking on her bare tit but i talk to her when she’s up playing at being the doctor’s receptionist amongst a waiting room full of tut tutters. *grin*…gotta give her credit for not letting their disapproval hinder her thoughts and actions. dunno if she is knowing that the slimy publican with the man boobs downloaded the funbag suckling pics onto his computer tho. hmmm.

ahhh small town life…sometimes ya gotta laugh at it.

**oh and a flea trail is the trail of hair that leads down to the good bits on a bloke. my husband has a perfect one. pj and rocky know what ahm talkun about.

*rocks back and forth muttering* stop thinking of flea trail…stop thinking of flea trail.

thanks to babs…

3 names you answer to:
mum
kim
shanon

3 parts of your heritage:
english
australian
and buggered if i know

3 things that scare me:
my son dying before me
my displaced anger
not being content

3 of your everyday essentials:
smokes
coffee
sleep

3 things you are wearing right now:
shorts
teeshirt
undies

3 of your favourite songs:
suspicious minds…fine young cannibals
my happiness…powderfinger
amazing grace

3 things you want in a relationship (other than real love):
sex
honesty
belly laughs

2 truths and 1 lie (in any order):
i’m friendly
i like most people
i’m sporty

3 things about the opposite sex that appeal to you:
sense of humour
body hair…namely chest and flea trails
eye’s, legs and hands

3 of your favourite hobbies:
reading
taking the piss out of anything
crafting

3 places you want to go:
new zealand
northern territory [here in australia]
anywhere the LFB is

3 things you want to do before you die:
sky diving and bungee jumping
smoke a big fat one
own my own home [again]

3 ways that you are stereotypically a male/female:
can multi-task
spasms of bitchiness
changing my mind…it’s a females prerogative after all.

3 people you would like to take this survey:
tex
lilly
jdee

ooer…

i got a jury thingo the other day…was one of the letters mis-mailed to my brothers place. so i reckon i can ‘ignore’ it. ha. tho i think i will try and fuck with johnno about me being called up in his drug trial…that’s kinda funny. ahaahaa. naah i don’t really believe his ‘crime’ will go that far. just the other day i heard about a woman a few big-towns over was busted for sixty six plants…NOW she’s in the shit a bit deeper than awww poor johnno. still that’s funny to receive that letter now eh.

speaking of that wanker. they have a boarder paying one-fifty a week to live in their house and eat their food. he was one of the miners out at the what will be in the next five years a resurrected coal mine. will put this little town back on the more thriving country map [according to the town talk] time will tell eh. anyway he used to live at the pub. until the new publican thought he would get at the mining more by upping the weekly rent from two-fifty to three-fifty. yeaah greedy bastard got too much so. it was like a domino effect…the mining company stopped paying for the miners accommodation…so most of the miners moved out of the pub….less miners living at the pub = less beer drunk and less money lost to the pokies. greedy gouging prick sucked in to him.

funny, since i topped up the blue hornets transmission i have not noticed any more leakage. even swept and washed out the carport the other day and laid a big slash of flattened cardboard beneath it to keep an eye on the bleeding. cardboards still dry. maybe the hornet just needed a drink huh. dunno. now what i do know is that the rip off merchant at one of the general stores in town is making a fucking killing on her wares. saw the exact same litre of transmission oil for half the price in the next big town over. greedy gouging bitch but a good businesswoman huh.

aww fer fucks sakes…just because the match finished earlier than was expected tonight…they are doing a replay of roddick getting a butt spanking by some swarthy bloke from a non-english speaking background country. now i don’t mind a-rod [look at me with the tennis groupie lingo ha.] but i nearly always like the under dog in life especially in sport. tho i do agree some of the women tennis players need to quit with the grunting on each stroke…that gets fucking annoying real quick. thank bugger for mute buttons. it’s nearly as annoying as seeing hewitt do that backwards duck beak gesture…now what the fuck is that all about…i’d like to see him loose control of his hand and have it peck him in the head. least he could jazz it up every now and again…i dunno, maybe do the devil horns. fucken tosser. aww crud…just heard the commentator cheerily say we are moving into the SECOND week.

shew, about bloody time…scrubs is on…i love scrubs and they do double episodes. whoohoo.

*back on tha lounge*

something that will ALWAYS complex me…

what the fuck is the ‘attraction’ or ‘hotness’ of justin timberlake.

all i see is some skanky looking skinny arsed white boy wannabe.

anybody?

yeah, so it’s been…

a while. [and aww thanks...but please, i do that at times no need for concern aye ] i had been popping in now and again but hardly commented. if at all. lack of concentration and all. that’s the funny thing about pot [for me]…contrary to popular arsesumptions…NOT having it makes me lazy and slack…well erm lazier and slacker.

funnily i don’t really get the munchies with it either. weird. or tho sometimes it does give me the ‘get up and go’ to cook a more substantial meal than vegemite and toast…[yep making bread turn brown IS classed as cooking in my book]…tho often i can manage to ignore THAT feeling. plus having a fridge full of nothing helps to quell the inclination to cook as well…went shopping last night so now the fridge is full. have replaced my depleted vegemite supply and with a bigger jar at that…whoohoo shouldn’t run out of it again. i’d buy the gigantic jar but i hate getting vegemite on my knuckles trying to scrape the bottom of the jar. funny, when it dries on your skin it looks like a shit smear.

speaking of poop.

i went around to my brothers the other afternoon to collect some of my misdelivered mail and ended up having tea [dinner] there. and hell i even came home inbetween and went back. my brother is onto me tho…when i was leaving the first time. the words…”yeaah don’t get home and then ring saying you won’t be coming back”…anyway, the poop…

my nine month old niece was having some nappy-free time in her room…laying under her toy mobile while we were outside. my brother went into check on her when we heard a squawky laugh and a yell for his wife jo. we went in to find my niece had discovered the smearable consistency of her own poo. she had it everywhere. including a nice little dollop of it sitting near the corner of her mouth. my sister in law’s first thought was of grabbing her camera for twenty-first photo embarrassments…*cackle*…no wonder we love jojo. or tho i do believe she has become more warped by marrying into our family…[fiiinally he picked the right girl] but my brother’s “come ON” put paid to the photo opp. damn him.

maan weren’t that a joint operation in clean up…talk about all hands on deck. my brother holding her down…jojo alternating between the bathroom and the arrested baby with the washer…me looking for a bucket to fill with soapy water then removing the shit covered toys…my niece crying because she was being held down [hell nobody wanted to pick up her shit covered self] and i suspect she didn’t like being laughed at either. too bad. she had plenty of that happening.

so anyway my concentration has waned so i think i am off to lizard on the lounge and watch the *shriek* fucking tennis…it’s either that or opera or some religious program. at least with the tennis i think…hmmm i used to play that…so there’s like some interest.

hope ya’s are all well…or as well as can be. cheers

feeling somewhat…

all over the place. i know it’s because of lack of sleep with the zig zagging thoughts of i reaaally should be doing this or that. returning to work is kinda unsettling me some i believe. my frigging neck is killing me and my brain sack [head] feels like its gunna implode…blah blah whine, whine.

but heyyy at least i did tackle the blue hornet trick of checking the transmission fluid…found its manual quicker than i bloody well found its dipstick. i roughly knew where the manual was…wahlaah the third box was the one!

…peer in at motor bits, look at manuals picture…look again at motor bits, peer again at picture…

repeat above several times…but with ever increasing frowns.

anyway, none the bloody wiser after locating the dipper stick. it had a film of fluid on it but i dunno if it was in the right place for the coldness of the car…blah blah…got a tad confusing and i didn’t feel up to working it out. but hell i figure as long as it has stuff on the stick its okay aye. uhmm yes?

so yep, had visitors last night. [we knew it aye...lol] after letting them in and going to throw on a bra i say to the newly [badly] shaven headed john…i see you’re preparing for jail life early huh…aww so you know…yeaah, sally told me. so how’d it happen?

was on a vague tip off…‘someone’ in blah street has some plants…they went next door first…then came into johnno’s…and asked if he had any…he just took them around to his crop of six [i thought it was five]…no use trying to hide them eh, not many houses in that street. altho when one of the cops said oh there’s a small one there, that’ll be seven…john was quick to point out it was a farmers friend. dunno if the cop was just messing with him or what…lol.

i asked if he cried…*grin*…naah. almost but they were really nice. naturally, it was also mentioned. i am only human after all “wow so this ones all about you aye johnno”…and “nnyeaah that’ll teach you to ditch me for the pub on new years eve ya fucker”…with his wife half giggling in the background and a wry smile from john…

“you didn’t really look in the partying mood”
“yeah pigs arse…but i bloody well wasn’t after i seen you all dressed up, i knew the plans had changed so i just waited to be told”
“aww okay”…here he looked shame faced enough for me.

[doesn't take much to appease me does it *giggle* but i enjoyed and will continue to enjoy the fact that i no longer feel the need to like always soften my words to him. in case i hurt his feelings. its hard to explain but when johns in a down mood i always try and gauge his level of it and be careful in how i say things so as to not plummet him further...sometimes i believe with john most people enable him in his pity party. its a fine balance. if you know what i am trying to say. good.]

anyway we discussed that there was nothing he can do about it now. it’s happened. and now he’ll just have to wait to see how much the fine and good behaviour bond is [what the police said when they were charging him that he'd probably get]…first offence and just grown for personal use and all.

we talked about it not being the end of his world as he knows it…hell johnno it’s not like you have ‘harmed’ anybody but yourself in your own home…nor will you be the last in this town to be done fer smoking pot…blah blah. hell half the people that will tut tut about it get in their vehicle after a few club/pub beers under their belt and tootle off home every friday night. then we got onto the whispers…heyyy was it on the radio this morning?…ooer that’ll get the township wondering. everybody will be buying that tuesdays paper eh.

he mentioned about getting a teeshirt made up with…yeah! i smoke pot [on the back] til i got busted [on the front]…he is still mulling [aha no pun intended] over getting a lawyer to represent him before his court date later next month. really, if the judge knew how much he will beat and berate himself up about this etc [and us...his listeners, when we let him]..basically “okay johnno, shut up now”…you gotta be firm with him sometimes, plus it snaps him out of his dive into self pessimism and loathing.

personally, i reckon he should hafta walk around with a sandwich board proclaiming what pot will do for you…erm i mean TO you…and really with that haircut he would garner a lot of pity.

okay i need a shower i think…try and shake this head.