pacific magic
My friend and I are going on a cruise of the pacific in the New Year. It’s only just hit me and I’m so excited I can barely think of anything else. But it’s getting to be such a distraction whilst I’m supposed to be studying. I have a French exam but all I can think about is making lists of what to take, what to do etc etc
I just have to put it to the back of my mind for a week! Just a week! C’mon I can do it!
Aeroguard
I like the smell of it.
IF ONE LINE OF A VERSE HAS A Bb CHORD IN IT THE NEXT LINE CAN NOT HAVE Bm YOU DON’T JUST CHANGE KEY IN A VERSE OKAY? SO IF YOU DON’T KNOW THIS LET SOMEONE ELSE TAB THE SONG. /end rant
Another thing
- After a discussion (ie. me whinging) in which I metioned at least four reasons why I should have a boyfriend our conversation progressed and turned to my brother-in-law's dress up starting with B party.
- Ali: "Auntie Vicki suggested I go as Bridget Bardot to Darryl's birthday."
- Kim: "Ooh that's a good one. Also, another thing to add to 'reasons Alison should have a boyfriend'-
- when there are costume parties, you don't automatically put "slut" and "costume" together."
- Kim (innerbakings) and I once attended a dress up party as cow girls. Both of us wore full length jeans, long sleeved check shirts and boots. Another girl wore a midriff top that looked like a leather bra, and the shortest shorts I have ever seen in my life.
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sorry to quote Bono. I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned it, but I would take 5 Mondays over 1 Sunday. I am averse to Sundays. Why? The regulars at work is the main reason. And old people like english breakfasting and complicated coffee orders. Today wasn’t overly bad, I wouldn’t say. But still annoying. I worked until 12:30AM last night and started again at 9:30AM this morning. My shoes broke last night so I took the inserts out of them and put them in the uncomfortable ballet flat shoes to wear today. Today the ballet flats broke. I almost strangled an old woman who, after demanding a refund to put through the seniors discount (we don’t ask, it usually offends) because she didn’t say she had a seniors card, complained to me that her fish was terribly dry after she’d already eaten one piece and all her chips. I’m sorry, I’m not going to refund a meal if you’ve EATEN it. Anyway, I took it out the back to the smart arse chefs (have you met a chef?) and had to decline the suggestion to tell her to squeeze lemon in it or shove it up her jumper (this is a family show) they inspected the fish and it was perfectly cooked. I don’t eat fish, but I saw moisture there. So then I went and had a chat to the manager, she suggested offering a drink. Grumpy Bum wasn’t too happy with this, she wanted her $14 back. I said unfortunately I couldn’t refund the meal but was able to get her a drink, so would you like a drink? “I already had a drink”. “Would you like another drink?” “Oh well. A beer.” (NO PLEASE) DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY KINDS OF BEER THERE ARE. “What kind of beer would you like?” “Just a normal beer!” This went on a while until her dining partner kindly suggested a light beer. Then we had the schooner vs pint debate. After this I went to the bar and did a spastic sort of frustrated dance/running on the spot/punching invisible woman thing, got laughed at, but felt much better after it. Then I took the beer out. “Can I take this to the pokies, because I don’t want to stay here.” I told her that yes she could. Good riddance. But, the woman’s complaining about $14 when she’s going to go put fucking $100 in the pokies! What a joke. (Not a family show anymore) It was 40 degrees celcius outside today and we weren’t very busy as a result, until about 4pm. I love a good white whine. I have to study tonight, I have my written French exam on Wednesday and I’m determined to do well. Tomorrow Deb and I are going snorkelling. I’m looking forward to it, it will be a nice break before two more soild days of studying.
Christmas Cookie fail.
melanyouth
I know. It’s terrible.
I’ve decided I’m going to wait until it’s a bit cooler outside, then I’m going to bury him in the bushes where the dog can’t get to him.
I’ve tried half heartedly to identify the species but I can’t find anything that matches.
Poor lizard. Thanks for your help :-)
…the rest of him
You can see his little leg, poor thing.
This one’s bad, I’m getting another. The dog won’t get out the way. I think he’s pleased with himself.
THE SNAKE HAS LEGS
Upon closer inspection, the snake was a lizard.
I feel worse now. I like lizards more than snakes. I can’t identify what kind it is. It’s too slender for a sleepy, which is probably the only kind I know. Apart from bearded. And it didn’t have a beard.
I really don’t want to clean up the guts. And the chewed up body.
Why did he have to kill it? Why, why, why?
Darn Dog. Okay, I will do the dishes and work up the courage to go out there with a large spade. Do I bury it? Is it against the rules to put it in the rubbish bin? Oh that’s terrible. MORAL DILEMMA.
Oh, golly, gee damn!
MY DOG KILLED A SNAKE
I’m pretty sure it’s a snake’s head that is sitting on my door mat.
What do I do, do I dispose of it? Do I try to find it’s headless body?
Do I identify what kind it was? Do I check the dog for possible bite locations?
There are GUTS on my doormat! Not to be such a girl, but the pink tubey thing (possibly innards) is grotty. His head looks peaceful though. His eyes are closed. I’m not against snakes perse, but I prefer tame ones to wild ones. I wouldn’t want the dog to go and hunt them. I’d rather he left them alone so they can go to the neighbours yard and get out of mine. Now it’s my responsibility.
PS. The dog’s a Jack Russell so I’m assuming this snake can’t have been that long. Although he does have small man syndrome, I can see him biting off more than he can chew. Har har.
Nap Trap
Fell into the deadly nap trap once again. Fell asleep for two hours and have awoken with a great big dirty rotten headache.
DON’T DO IT! Just stay awake, wait til bed time! Or at least, set an alarm for half an hour.
