It’s been a while…

Mozilla shits me. Since I upgraded to the newest version, it’s been bugging out on me - well, that’s what we think it might be. I sat here writing an entry before, about two paragraphs into it, the whole thing packs up and dies, along with my diary entry. So very unimpressed.

Anyways, I was extolling the lovelinesses of Clio. She is a joy. She has fathomed the idea of ‘pee pees Clio’ and after a couple of nights of 3-4 times up to go outside for false alarms or pee pees, she woke me up for the first time last night, well this morning at 6am - we were both very pleased with her. We have millions of pictures, a lot I still haven’t got around to downloading them to Flickr, but I will shortly.

The other reason for not blogging is simply, I have been working. It really sucks. I had to work back late Friday to 7pm, and then over the weekend from 1-5pm and then tonight to 7pm. I hate how my job seems to suck the life from me. I don’t like it and I won’t be putting up with for much longer. I’ve given myself a time frame and falling short of speaking about work here, which I made a promise to myself, never to do, it won’t be a long tenure.

In other news, car should arrive for pick up on Monday or Tuesday, pending the bank organising our loan cheque. Glen has the week off work, so he should have the car for the majority of the week to play with. Yay It’ll be nice to have a car again. I’m getting sick of riding the scooter. Dont get me wrong, the scoot gets me places where a car cannot get to as fast, but I love the comfort of it, to have heating - I freeze on the bike.

Good news, cats are getting use to Clio, even in her boisterous state.

Anyways, probably going to work late again tomorrow evening, so excited. So, you won’t be hearing from me for a few days, until I recover.

Nini

Big nose

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Big nose,
originally uploaded by Sams76.

This is the newest addition to the family!
I shall blog a bit more later, am a bit tired. She is awesome. Full of beans. Can’t wait to spend more time with her. I have some videos of her snoring and chewing and bouncing, but I am not sure how to upload them to blogger.

Any ideas?

Movin’ right along…

Today was a day of phone calls, good news and some bad news.

Of course, the good news is about the car. The dealership called today and said the car would be at the dealership by Friday and we should have our car by early next week!! YAY!! This is good news, because Glen is on leave next week, for missy’s first week home. So, she’s going to be driven around a lot, I suspect anyways!

The other good news was the bank came through and approved our loan, which was a little relief, but mainly we were quite confident. It’s all falling into place quite nicely.

The bad news is having to harass the poor agent again about the dumb lawnmower man. He’s just pathetic. This time he whipper snipped a hole in my bloody dog bucket which had water in it and then decided he only wanted to mow part of the lawn. The man is so fired, if I have my way. Actually, he was fired so we don’t know why he came around on Saturday.

Tomorrow night we have free tickets to see the last Star Wars movie! Woo!! Can’t wait. We like Star Wars and we LOVE free movie tickets!

Now I must go find food and view my car on the web again! WOOO!

Who is he married to?

Today, we bought a car. Having been without a car for weeks, relying on our motorbikes, it was cause for celebration. We bounced home. We got there. She was there. Miss Negative. Doom and Gloom. Party pooper. She did not congratulate us. She did not attempt enthusiasm or interest. She focussed on her own woes and paid no interest in our car or the things we got for it. In short, she made it about herself. She is selfish. She harbours jealously. She wants control. She had her own worries; things she wanted to do, which she turned into something big enough to be ‘important’. They really weren’t. Every effort I made to boast about the car, I was cut short or met with a stare of disinterest.

She ruined our excitement. Better still, she ruined it all day. Then, she belittled my partner - as she always does. She has no partner, she uses mine. I share him, you see. I always have. Inherited her. It was through no fault of my own. He cannot stand up for himself. The relationship has always been like this. She likes it like that.

Right now, she has comandered him to finish building her dog house at her brother’s place. This is at a time when we should be celebrating together, spending time together. Instead, I am here on the lounge, watching tv. I am alone, feeling very resentful, wondering why he won’t make a stand, figure out what the right thing is and put some limits in place. I suffer, she doesn’t.

Don’t get me wrong, he’s not ‘mine’. BUt I ‘own’ him more than she ought to. She needs her own partner, except I share him with her. He and I have discussed this many times, with no resolution. I don’t know what to do. he finds it hard to defend, confrontation is difficult and thinking on his feet is hard.

Now I must sms him, give him an ultimatum for arrivals. I hate this. I am the ‘domineering’ partner. The one who makes him do things, contrary to what she would prefer, demand even.

I’m tired of this.

Things we did today…

We’ve had a busy day. The things we did were:

• I went to the physio, got my ankle poked at and strapped up and paid for the pleasure;
• Glen bought a lovely bright yellow - canary coloured blanket, with tassles for Clio’s bedding;
• Looked at Honda CRVs;
• Met a salesman who had been selling for three weeks and was very nice?? What the?;
• The car died twice on account of it never being used, so the battery was displeased;
• The battery was charged twice before it good - Glen stalled the car, hence the second charging;
• We haggled;
• I got my hackles up by the snotty, over-aged, balding, obnoxious, dripping in gold jewellery sales guy - different guy t0 the nice salesman;
• Dripping-gold (nickname to be used in this entry) asked me if I robbed banks for a living - I replied, “I should!”;
• Dripping-gold went away to ’speak with the owners!’. Came back and told me I was dreaming and gave me a revised figure;
• I told Dripping-gold snotbag (new variation to the name) that we had a budget, we weren’t in a hurry and could he knock $500 off the price he just gave me;
• He ummed, he ahhhed, he shook (yes, I kid you not!) and he offered me his hand;
• Poor Glen sat and watched the dramatics unfold; but
• Glen is now the owner of a new, did I say NEW Honda CRV with an arm-load of accessories. Hopefully the car will be available within the week, if in stock, otherwise a ocuple of weeks.

Do you know the dumb part? He told me I was dreaming and asked me if I was serious, even though the initial figure I gave him was basically the one we shook on. Moron? I think so.

So, now I have a headache and backache - not sure why the backache, and I need a sleep. It’s tiring dealing with stupid pricks - sorry, dripping-gold snotbags.

Oh, did I mention that we’ve brought forward the new due date for Clio? We’re picking her up on Thursday night - if her hip scorings etc are all good - the breeder hasn’t got off her arse to show me and that concerns me. Rather, Po has got me all paranoid about it, because Po needs something to worry about and needs to create drama, make it about herself and have some power.

Washing calls!

Ankle

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Ankle,
originally uploaded by Sams76.

Ok, so PeepsSheep requested photographs of my ankle, preferably with bruises and swelling. Well, it’s not really swollen anymore, though I can’t fully tell - it’s all strapped up.

If you look at my leg and how it tapers in to my ankle which then presents as a little bump? Well, my ankle was all swollen to the point where you couldn’t tell where my ankle bone was and it was flush with my leg - if that makes sense? I had/have a big kick ass bruise down the bottom of my ankle, which looks like a line of purple going the length of my foot - it’s parallel to my sole.

There’s a few extra photos on my flickr page, but unfortunately I really didn’t feel like taking photos the other day. And no, I shall not roll my ankle for a third time, just to get an impressive photo

My fridge

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My fridge,
originally uploaded by Sams76.

Oh dear. Our fridge doesn’t look so hot.

Top shelf, we have beer - care of Glen. Saturday night, he went out and bought Di and I pizza, as well as the beer and some lolly water aka lemon smirnoff or whatever it is called. I’m not a big alcohol drinker, but the lolly water is good. It hardly tastes like alcohol and I can get a bit giddy and lightheaded from it. Yay.

Also on the top shelf is an almost empty packet of chocolate chip biscuits. I had bought them for Glen and found them discarded in the computer room - he must have been playing Warcraft in there last night and needed some supplies! I have been eating them today and I think there is one token biscuit left!

There is nearly always soft drink in our fridge, which is very bad. There’s also some garlic and chives cheese on a plate inthe fridge and a couple of cartons of orange juice, which I am slowly consuming in the morning as part of my breakfast. For a very long time, I would only drink a glass of milk, now it’s juice. I go through phases.

Something you won’t recognise is on the middle shelf where there is a small parcel wrapped in white paper. Inside are two eggs from my friend’s Greek easter celebrations. Anyone who knows when Greek easter is, will tell me to get real and throw the eggs out - they will be off! Damn! The eggs were painted red and had some little pictures drawn on them. They looks very nice and I did mean to eat them, but I just never got around to it. If I’m not in the mood, then I’m not in the mood and that goes for everything in my life!

Anyways, any questions about the contents, please feel free to ask. There’s also a couple of other photos on my flickr site of my fridge. One is the outside, laden with magnets and the other is a shot of the contents of the door. We have lots of jars. Half empty. Probably mouldy.

My Laptop

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My Laptop,
originally uploaded by Sams76.

The first of my blog requests. Verbs requested to see my computer. Whilst we have a couple of computers here, it’s the laptop I use mostly. I bought my little toshy late last year - a few days before I started my current job.

As you can see, the screen needs a bit of a clean, but I’m lazy. Plus, I can still see through it, so who cares?

I was attempting to do some work today from home. I had gone into work for a meeting and for my efforts, I was told to go home and work from there. I tried, unsuccessfully. Largely to the fact that my laptop/wireless etc is fuct. It chucks a wobbly when I try to scroll through a Word document and makes it look like it’s running Windows 3.1 or some shit! So, I basically gave up and started taking photos

Beside my laptop is my mouse pad. There’s history to it. When I was in college at uni, my best friend Gilly coveted my Speed CD and I was envious of this mouse pad. It has tassie tiger and I loooove tassie! So, we swapped! That was 1997, my second last year of Uni. I think I owned my first PC - it was a piece of shiiit from Hardly Normal and I had gone Cotton Chipping for the entire summer to save the money up. I lost heaps of weight chipping and learnt all sorts of swear words that I had never heard before! *laugh*

Now, I must go clean the screen on my laptop!

Something new…

I know other people have done it with their blogs, but I’ve never had the opportunity, and truth be told, the idea sounds kinda fun.

What am I proposing is the following.

I own a digital camera.

I may have a small blog readership.

If said blog readership so desired, please send me a message, requesting photos of things.

Be clean, and don’t be suggesting anything foul or revolting, because I just won’t do it.

It prompted me because I just posted some new photos on flicker.

One was photos of my dvd collection - or a small portion of it.

You may want to see other images.

Let me know.

Only too happy to oblige.

The imagination boggles, right?

It’s time to weigh in…

I haven’t said much about the Shapelle Corby case. I’ve said a lot to people, though not ranted or carried on for too long. I think that’s because my basic belief is pretty much held by the rest of the world. In short, I think Shapelle is the victim of a bad baggage detection system in the Australian airports. I’m not completely absolving her, because I don’t completely know - only that which the media has told us and we all know the media never fully gets it right. I do know this. There has been enough evidence to suggest there should be ‘doubt’ and in any fair judicial system, where there is doubt, there is usually not a strong enough case. Therefore, the case would have been thrown out by now.

However, Bali is showing itself to again be ridiculous in its judiciary decisions. This is greatly disappointing, but it’s only my common belief and I do not possess a law degree, or any other expertise to say this with authority. This is common sense. This is common sense held by a majority. What happens in a majority, people? Nuff said.

Anyways, the reason I am so filed up is my mother. Unfortunately, more and more, she and I do not agree and to end the conversation, I usually have to either accept or back down and let it slide. I hate this, so this diary has become my outlet, of sorts. She gets on the phone and no shit, starts by saying ot me, “Your uncle is heading over to Bali”. Then, she starts about Shapelle Corby, how she isn’t entirely certain about her anymore. I ask why. “Because I heard today that she had been to Bali 6 times in the last 18 months,” she said. I asked her where she got this information from, because I hadn’t read it or heard it anywhere. “Oh, I heard it on the radio.” I twig a little. “Was it talkback or the news,” I ask - dubious, indeed. “Oh, talkback! But it came from the talkback guy’s mouth!”. Yes, Mum. I asked her how many times my uncle had been to Bali. She got her hackles up and got defensive, “Shapelle doesn’t have reason to go over there, she doesn’t have much money!”. How does she know?

So far as I know and I’m not defending Shapelle, but as far as I know, Bali is cheap. It’s popular and easy to travel to. I mean, why does my uncle go? Who knows, but I know he’s been there quite a fair bit in the last couple of years. What’s the point? I go to the cafe across the road for lunch 2-3 times a week because they make great sandwiches. Maybe Bali makes great sandwiches?

Does anyone think this is a bit rank? I think people are forming their own opinions - some are very misled, like my mother (this is my personal opinion) and some are a little more knowledgeable about it - I’m not professing to be one of them, but I’m certainly not listening to the misconceptions of the likes of talkback radio DJs.