Mr.Wonderful

Ok here’s the thing, I’m still technically allowed to gush over a guy/man because I’m only twenty and I don’t think I have to get over that until I’m about twenty five, but it’s not often I do so, because I know they’re a bad idea.

They take over your life, force you to fall desperately in love with them even though you can’t figure out why because they make you do a bunch of boring stuff like fixing the car and watching the footy and they have weird complexes and make you feel carsick all the time, and make you feel fat, even though they say ‘but I love you the way you are’ and then you get all self conscious and have to check your hair and buy lavender scented soap even though coconut is on sale, and you have to watch boring things like StarGate and My Ile Home and old black and white movies even thought that bored you incredibly at the time, and now you’re obsessed. And they force you to eat Anzacs and  go swimming and buy a dog and join a band, and then they make you irrational and you fight and break up or worse fight and don’t break up because then you have to deal with the seething silence, and then they make you take care of them when they’re sick and while they have a cold, they think they’re dying and turn the next week into a living hell, and then they bring their friends home who expect you to serve them beer all night, and they take away your insecurities and make you happy and say really sweet things that make you go even gooer witch seems impossible, and they promise to stay with you forever and love you and make you happy eternally and then they go and die. Or they expect you to negate the past ten years of your life because they really do love you more, or they aren’t who they seemed, or you simply can’t stand them, or whatever.

So yeah I might only be twenty but I’m a little bitter about it, so for me to meet a guy and gush is quiet a shocking experience.

And Sleepy isn’t here for me to tell her all about it witch is really annoying, so I’m just going to have to vent to you guys.

So I met a lovely guy yesterday, no actually man because guy is too undignified for what I met only this Man was not like a million years old, and I didn’t ask his age because…well that’s rude and I’m really not that confidant, but I know that he wasn’t born before ash Wednesday thanks Sweetness and Shorts by the way for that information, so he can’t be older than thirty, but I don’t think he’s older than twenty five, because of the way he spoke however looks can be deceiving.

He’s not overly handsome, in fact he’s balding, and well average… however…he proceeded to speak and I was completely enthralled listening to him talking about the world and space and creation and particle physics and Albert Einstein and splitting atoms, because all that stuff really turns me on, which is just sad really, but true. And then I was talking to my Nan and DogLady and WowHeGotTall was talking to him, I was of course determined not to talk to him because as previously stated I’m bitter towards men and determinedly so, I figured he seemed so great that I didn’t want to talk to him and have that ruined, or worse find out that he really is perfect and be totally embarrassed by my lack of dignity and general clumsiness.

But as it was I had to pass them to get my bag because DogLady had informed me that we were leaving.

And so I briskly walked past this lovely man and WowHeGotTall, and I muttered a ‘excuse me’ as I squished past WowHeGotTall and the wall and continued towards my bag and that’s when I heard it.

‘Hello’ a voice said

I knew it wasn’t WowHeGotTall’s voice because his still hasn’t broken, so I was faced with a dilemma, do I pretend I’m really deaf and ignore him, but no because I’ve secretly been itching to say hello, but no I’m not admitting that and then but oh, no deaf deaf deaf, and I trip over myself….(embarrassment)

‘Oh wait… I’m supposed to be getting my bag…I mean hello, but we’re going…’ I rambled and then I decided to shut up, pick up my bag and turn around hold my hand out and attempt to introduce myself… of course it’s then that my stupid stutter kicks in and I can’t manage to get anything at all out.

‘hi I’m…..’let’s call him M.Wonderful

‘hi m-Mr.Wonderful, I Sara-h’

‘hello Sarah’

‘hi’

‘It’s nice to meet you’

‘you to-o’ I smiled nervously

He smiles

I smile

WowHeGotTall is still saying something about his apple project

He’s still smiling and vaguely nodding at WowHeGotTall

I’m still smiling and perhaps blushing

And he’s smiling…still

And woops, big woops huge woops, and yes I am currently panicking, because not only did I embarrass myself with the few words I did say  sounding like I was mentally damaged, I was still hanging on to his hand… but then he was still hanging on to mine, but no! I snatched it back, and he didn’t seem to be half as embarrassed as I was, but then he hadn’t sounded like an idiot when he spoke either, and I was so busy mentally scolding myself because I haven’t stuttered this badly in months, I found myself rambling on about how intelligent he had sounded and that I had really enjoyed listening to him, which sounded stupid and then he started a conversation about a big telescope, and I was really interested, no I actually was,  so much so that I forgot how nervous and gushy I was because I was actually listening and we were chatting like we had known each other for years, which is a massive feat for me because I don’t meet new people well, and then WowHeGotTall got upset and wouldn’t shut up and go away, and he was trying to tell us about a telescope, but it wasn’t our telescope…(I just wrote that didn’t it….*silence* it’s a muti-million dollar telescope not ours…but anyway)

So WowHeGotTall broke back into the conversation by asking about biscuits that I had promised his mom, and I sincerely wanted to hit him, I never get the urge to hit WowHeGotTall, all the other kids sure, but not him, but seriously if I didn’t want to hit him or beat him with a big metal pole right now.

I mentioned something about he could pick them up on his way home from school, and then Mr.Wonderful was saying ‘oh so you like cooking?’ and I said that I only baked one kind of biscuit mostly, not that I couldn’t, but it was my aunties special recipe and blah blah blah, and I wanted to then hug WowHeGotTall and give him lots of biscuits because it was probably the first thing that I didn’t sound completely stupid saying, and Mr.Wonderful actually looked impressed.

And somehow we moved onto fusion power and how I think it’s a stupid idea and look what happened with the nuclear power in Japan and they want to put fusion power which is at least three times more unstable in the middle of our desert, no thank you I’m not up for that. I don’t want radiation blowing my way, and then he said about how it’s not just blowing what if it leaks into the water…

And then he told me that I looked nice, and I said ‘What these old things?’ and then I shook my head at how stupid that sounded, but I was actually wearing old clothes and my shirt actually had a hole in it because I was running late and I had colored a patch of skin in black so it wasn’t so noticeable in the car on the way here, so I proceeded to explain that, lest I sound like an idiot fishing for compliments, but then I realized that now I just sounded like a daggy un-organized idiot fishing for compliments, none the less he smiled and said that I did look pretty anyway.

And then Shorts and Boombox came over and started hanging of me, and Boombox got her hairclip caught on my top because she’s just that height and when she turned around my top was pulled away from my skin and had un-ceremonisally revealed my chest, I wanted to hug WowHeGotTall again because I think he had stolen Mr.Wonderful’s attention at just the right moment so he didn’t actually notice… apart from the fact that I half fell into his arm, and he looked at me and smiled and just told Boombox to be more careful about throwing her weight around.

And then Mr.Wonderful was telling me about his dad, and how he used to be a biologist and astrophysicist, and I had said ‘wow he’d provide some interesting conversation’, and Mr.Wonderful had said that he thought his dad would like me and he was sure we’d get on, and he’d have to introduce me someday. I smiled and then he started asking about my family and where I lived and for how long and why I moved back and why I’d moved away and where did I prefer and had I ever been to where he came from and I should go. And then Boombox started talking about some statue in the local museum that Giggle had made and Shorts and Sweetness had to join in, and I didn’t actually want to hit them like I still wanted to hit WowHeGotTall because he still wouldn’t shut up and go away, Shorts and Boombox were ok, because they gave me the chance to observe Mr.Wonderful with children, and he actually liked them which made him all the more attractive, and Sweetness and him were talking about ash wednesday actually meaning black Tuesday, but I derived an age estimate around those comments.

It was about then that I actually asked WowHeGotTall to leave, and he did…thank goodness.

And then I realized part way through when he was telling me about his last seven months of life and stating that he was single no less than three times that I had been chatting to him for almost an hour and it had only felt like a few seconds.

And then Nan and DogLady came over and chatted to him and they liked him very much witch goes along way in me liking him more, and then he said that he had to go because he had been invited for lunch and I kicked myself for not asking him myself, but then I smugly realized he must’ve been invited before I had spoken to him because he hadn’t hardly stopped talking to me, which is nice because on the rare occasion that I like someone they either don’t talk to me at all or they look really uncomfortable doing so.

Anyway he finished off with saying something about hopefully we’ll catch up soon and keep your eye out for the next photo from that awesome telescope and it was great meeting you and see you soon.

And I was completely jelly by that point so I just mumbled a ‘yeah’ and waved with a smile…and then that overwhelming urge to hit WowHeGotTall again as I realized that Mr.Wonderful was going to their house for lunch.

After getting home I did two things… firstly kicked myself because I really should’ve got a number because I think he was actually interested, and secondly I tried to figure out a way to go over to WowHeGotTall’s place so that I could hopefully catch Mr.Wonderful and maybe secure a lunch invitation myself….maybe I could take those cookies over now?

I spent the second half of the day firstly telling myself that I was being ridiculous and grow up, and you are not going over there, and then admitting that yes I did like him and that was ok but I’m not doing anything about it, because if things are meant to be I will meet him again, and then I will know, if not…well then I know also.

Today WowHeGotTall came to collect the cookies and I wanted to hit him again because he was telling me how Mr.Wonderful stayed for ages and is really nice and ‘oh you should’ve came for lunch mom made heaps…’

Damn it Sleepy hurry up and get here so I can winge to you and tell you exactly how he looked and repeat myself twenty nine times over and make you listen to myself talking myself out of it into it out of it into it, and then deriving a plan to accidently meet him again…please…I miss Sleepy!

Not A BabySitter

Ok I’m not the local babysitter, although I suppose when I was about 16 I did babysit, now all the kids that I babysat are now about 14-15 and think I’m back to baby sit them although it’s more like my house is the drop in centre.

They shall hence forth be known as TheAdolecance.

My issues are with all four of them… TheAnnoyance who is my adopted Nan and Pops grandson so he’s like my brother since I lived with them for ages, and then there’s Giggle who is Farmvills daughter and then WowHeGotTall because he did, and WowHeGotTall’s  best friend who is also DogLady’s grandson let’s call him FishBoy because he does love them,  they all think I’m here just to hang out with them, which is ok because although they’re all really annoying teenagers I was a really annoying teenager not long ago, although all the adults that remember me told me I wasn’t all that annoying which is nice, anyway I do like these kids they’re good kids and they’re stuck in the middle of being too young to wonder around doing their own thing and wanting to go out and do cool stuff with their friends, and to them I seem young and super cool, according to TheAnnoyance… although I can’t figure that one out,  and to their parents/grandparents/guardians I seem responsible… go figure, anyway I get it and I don’t mind them hanging out around here, but…. Here’s my issues.

Firstly TheAnnoyance, no you cannot hug me constantly because it’s annoying and I know you’ve always been really huggy but you’re a teenager now and it’s not appropriate for me to let you hug me in case you get the wrong impression and that would be bad coz I still see you like my kid brother and besides that you really annoy me, and yes I do love you but, touch my stuff and I will yell at you, also… I don’t like the cartoon Bleach and I’m not going to, so shut up about it! I’m sick of it, although Babalon 5 is not so bad… also don’t tease my dog… you annoy me so I will let her bite you ok.

Secondly FishBoy, your great but no my fish have not had babies so you can’t have any yet and no they will not have had babies by tomorrow so you can’t have any then either, I will inform you when I have enough baby’s to spare some, also DogLady’s driving is not that bad so don’t freak out when she over takes someone. Oh and squash really? is that a sport?

Thirdly Giggle, FishBoy is so not that funny and I thought you had a boyfriend…? What? no, he is that funny? But you are nice when you’re not being a obnoxious teenage girl trying to impress boys, I like you, or at least I think I will when you grow up…oh but please remove some of that eyeliner, I understand I did it too, but seriously… I can’t see your eyes and from a distance you just look like a panda bear.

And lastly WowHeGotTall, stop growing please because I swear you grew since I saw you yesterday, and while I find conversation with you the most stimulating, because you actually have a brain, I am allowed to talk to other people and if you pull another stunt like you did on Sunday, we will be having words, not nice ones either, I appreciate that you used to be really shy and now you’re friendly, and that’s great, but I don’t actually have a life and I was trying to get one so next time don’t interrupt or you will not be getting anymore cookies ok.

Teenagers are ok but also annoying… I don’t really mind

My Best Friend

I don’t think I have ever introduced my best friend.

So I’mm going to. This blog is dedicated to sleepy.

Of course she is not my BEST friend because a dog is a (wo)man’s best friend, but sleepy is a pretty close second.

Sleepy is 18 and well classically sweet and innocent, I don’t mean that in a bad way, and not in a she’s stupid way because she’s not, and it’s not like she thinks the world is all roses either, but something about her always expects/demands kindness and goodness, it’s really refreshing.

Anyway she’s my best buddy for a lot of reasons and I can’t remember how we became friends because we are both so different, I think it had something to do with us being so much the same also, or opposites attract or something.

Anyway she more than my best friend she’s like my sister, I lived with her and her family for about six months and really… I thought I’d get sick of her or annoyed with her…actually I’m sure I must’ve got annoyed at one stage but I just can’t remember when that was, but I get annoyed so frequently that I must’ve at least once.

Anyway the reasons I love her….

Thinking…

Ok because we have interests in the same things… like movies and star treck..spock specifically, um religion, although I must state that she has half good but half really bad taste in music, and no I’m not obsessed with shopping or shoes like her but meh… she’s not obsessed with thiunder storms and fish like me so you know.

Actually she’s a bit of a scardy cat, she won’t go out in the dark alone, and worries when she hears a strange noise or when I don’t lock the doors, and I tease her about it relentlessly, but seriously it kinda makes me feel good to be the big brave hero that goes outside at night to fill the water bottle and what not.

We like painting and writing together, also we both love our cups of tea although she dosen’t like lipton witch is blaspheme in my eyes.

Anyway she has been diagnosed with chronic fatigue, which is not nice because she’s so young and used to be really active, but that suits me because I need allot of sleep to and therefore she’s one of the few friends of mine that willingly want a siesta every afternoon.

Anyway she’s mostly my favorite friend because she gets me, and even when she dosen’t she tries really hard to understand and even when she can’t she doesn’t judge, which is good because I think I do enough of that myself to myself.

Sleepy always makes me feel normal…oh and not stupid, which is nice.

Anyway sleepy and her mom and little sister are moving here in august which seems entirely too far away because I miss her and she sent me this email about how she’s lonely too and misses me and although I felt bad because she resorted to telling me about a new jumper she bought which means she must’ve been bored because she knows that shopping is a off limits subject with me, and then she said that she was crying about everything and I felt bad because I wasn’t there, it kind of made me feel good that she misses me too.

Anyway there coming up for a week in a fortnight, so I can’t wait.

Miss you sleepy.

Icing Cookies

Ok, I have a friend who has four children, My friend can be called… Farmville, seeing as she’s practically obsessed with the facebook game.

Now Farmville has three daughters, and one son.

In order from oldest to youngest.

Giggle aged 15

Sweetness aged 13

Boombox aged 11

And the son shorts aged 9

Anyway, I sometimes babysit them, and today sweetness came over, I was really busy still unpacking and stuff and I had baked all these cookies, I’d already given my neighbor some but I also had a bunch that I still hadn’t iced, so sweetness offered to ice them while I finished vacuuming and cleaning up the left over boxes in my room, I gladly accepted and all was good.

10 minutes later

There is a little knock on my door, I look up

‘hey sweetness’ I smile

‘h-hi…’ she mumbled as she looked at her shoes

‘what’s wrong?’ I was seriously worried

‘I-I had an… an accident’ she mumbled

‘stand up and talk properly, what did you say?’ I told her

‘I had an accident’ she repeated a little louder.

I was slightly concerned ‘what was it?’ I asked

‘well… I’m scared you’ll be really angry’ she said

‘did you break something? Seriously I don’t really own anything that I care enough about to get angry for an accident…’ I said

She didn’t answer

‘did you accidently kill my dog?’ I asked with a smile knowing full well that the dog was asleep on my bed behind me.

‘no…’

‘c’mon sweetness spit it out’

‘I spilled icing sugar on the floor’ she admitted

‘and?’

‘that’s it’ she mumbled returning her gaze to her shoes.

And all I could think was seriously? That’s it, who the hell ever gave her the impression that that could be a catalytic event?

‘oh really you spilled icing sugar?’ I asked making sure I had heard right

She nodded

‘well, I think I should ring your mom to come and get you.. I can’t believe you’d be so clumbsy as to spill icing sugar, and on the floor of all places!’ I said

She looked sincerely worried

‘sweetness… icing sugar seriously…? that’s not bad who cares…’ I laughed

She looked at me unsure

‘a messy cooks a good cook, who cares, it’s really not an issue’ I clarified

‘but its allot of icing sugar’ she explained

‘so what we need to go buy more to ice the biscuits?’ I asked

‘no there’s enough for that’ she said

‘hmm… well this sounds serious I better come and have a look’ I told her.

She worriedly followed me up the passage to the kitchen, and I looked at the floor to see all of about three tea spoons worth of icing sugar on the floor.

‘well…what a waste’ I shook my head and she didn’t seem to crack a smile at my jesting. I sighed… what I was about to do was going to be a waste, there was enough icing made up for the biscuits so I picked up the container and emptied the remainder of it on the floor, with an exadurated ‘oops’

I looked back to her and she gave me a wide smile.

‘now can you finish icing them or are you too traumatized?’ I asked

She giggled before stepping forward to ice the biscuits.

I finished the vacuuming and did some other odd jobs and then we sat down to play a game of monopoly and I could see her looking uncomfortable again.

‘ok I have a new rule’ I announced

She looked at me

‘in this house, you do not feel bad if you do something that you perceive as bad or wrong, and if you do do something that you perceive as bad or wrong, you probably didn’t do it, and if you can’t wrap your head around that and still feel bad or uncomfortable about it, you must express yourself, or you can’t come here’ I said

She thought for a moment before she said ‘I stole some thing’

I was shocked but tried not to show it

‘what did you steal?’

‘I iced 71 of the and that’s whole not halves and they looked really yummy and so I ate one half and then I counted and realized that I had to eat a second one because it was uneven’ she admitted

‘you ate a biscuit?’ I asked

‘two’ she clarified.

‘sweetness.. do your parents tell you off for stuff like this at home?’ I asked worriedly

‘no… but I know it’s wrong’ she explained.

‘right, so making a mess and eating biscuits is wrong…yes I see that’s a terrible thing to do’ I smiled

‘I’m serious’ she said

‘so am I, very bad of you’ I teased.

I just think if I do bad things you won’t like me’ she said.

I then launched into a conversation about there being no point in making someone like you if you aren’t happy in their company, she finally agreed and lightened up. Poor kid

But really she’s a pretty good kid…oh and I think she has a touch of hero worship for me, for the life of me I can’t figure out why, but its sweet.

The embarrasing air-conditioner... Because I'm an idiot.!!!

Ok, so as I said, I had a problem with the air conditioning in my last blog.

Well the people who come and fix the air conditioning came today, and well it was the most embarrassing experience of my life… not really but it was pretty bad.

You know when you do something stupid and you know it’s going to end badly, but your too buisy/tired/don’t-care to not do it.

Well I was brushing my teeth when someone knocked on the door, I thought it might just be DogLady so I answered the door with my tooth brush in my mouth, which is a really stupid thing to do, so I invite the air conditioner fixer guy in, and a boy who I went to school with is his apprentice, so he looks at me gives me a huge wave and says

‘hello,’

 without thinking (because I’ve been really tired and I’m super forgetful, (so much so that I annoy even myself) I say

‘hello’

 back, forgetting that I had a toothbrush in my mouth, and I proceed to dribble toothpaste all down my chin, so I wave them in the direction of the air conditioner, which is un-neccicairy (because it’s a huge thing on the wall,) and then I go to clean up my face.

Then as I re-appear I try to put Bindii on the lead because she runs away and they were in and out of the front door, and somehow I end up tripping over and landing flat on my face. And apparently four years isn’t very long, that or people you go to school with have long memories. Because the boy I went to school with smiles at me and says

‘Gee so things haven’t changed much eh?’

I simply frown and try to retain any semblance of intelligence I might have by explaining that the air conditioner only blows cold air and not hot air.

Then the timer for Nulla’s (my cat) medication goes off, and I have to give it to her straight away  otherwise I forget, because like I said I’m really forgetful, and so I give it to her, which mind you is a job that takes forever and is really hard because she doesn’t like it and when you try to give a cat something they don’t want… well all I have to say on that subject is they have claws… sharp claws, so there’s lots of ouchies and hurties involved in this process, they probably thought I was trying to kill her.

Anyway after this, I fed Bindii also, and the cat and Bindii had to have a fight, (because it’s dinner time and they both get jealous of each other, because I might actually starve them or something) that I had to break up because…

‘That behavior is not acceptable in this house and if you’re going to act like animals you can get outside and be treated like one, and don’t give me that look young lady!’ (mind you they are actually animals so my comment is negated, I realize this but because they are animals I don’t retract it, they’re not really going to pull me up on my language accuracy)

Bindii looks all dejected and whines

‘No I do not want to hear it, you are old enough to know better and sometimes you are so ignorant you’re going to kill her one day’

Nulla hisses at Bindii again

‘And you, you’re supposed to be old and with a dodgey heart, acting like a three year old is not ok, don’t you stir her back up again, No, don’t look at her, I’m talking, you listen, you’re going to have a heart attack again’

Bindii teases cat again

‘Ok that’s it’

I reach for the Bindii slapper

‘You’re in for it now young lady I warned you and you didn’t listen.’

I smack her with her *special* wooden spoon, and she gives me a sad look

‘Don’t look at me like that, you shouldn’t be so obnoxious’

Cat gives dog another horrible look

‘Do you want the slapper too?’

She sits down and decides to behave

‘Right, glad that’s sorted, goodness me, and you’re on heart medication, between the two of you I’m the one who’s going to have a heart attack’

They both look apologetic and start sucking up, purring and rubbing themselves on my leg

‘Don’t be like that, the only one who behaves out of you is Chloe’

(Chloe is my older dog who has died, but her cremation box sits on the bookshelf, and I have a necklace with some of her inside a metal heart.)

And then I proceed to go on about how Chloe was always the best behaved probably because she could hardly walk, but still….

And then I round the corner of my kitchen and realize that the air conditioner fixing guys were still there.

And yes they heard it all and they were laughing.

And so I tried to explain my crazy-ness, but no it was unexplainable because… well it is unexplainable, and the one I went to school with laughs and says it’s ok because he already knew I was crazy and he’s seen so much worse from me.

‘Talking to yourself again?’ he asked

‘Yeah… I mean you know…’

‘Yes practice..non-flu…anamorphy thing’

‘Progressive non-fluent aphasia’ I corrected a little embarrassed

‘Isn’t that a contradiction?’

‘What?’ I asked

‘That you can say that?’

‘Oh… yeah well practice and all that’

(about six years ago I was hit in the head and got it, it’s where the left frontal lobe sustains injury, anyway- you know what you want to say but it’s really hard to get it out sometimes, which is really frustrating, but with enough practice I can speak normally and most people don’t even know I have it, unless I get upset or angry or tired and then I get a stutter, but anyway the more you talk the less it happens, so I talk aloud to myself to keep in practice)

‘I know but it just makes you sound crazy’ he laughed.

I sighed knowing he was completely right and then I offer them a hot drink, in the spirit of small town friendliness and they decline, I don’t wonder why, not at all.

And then the one I went to school with tells me about this party and that I can come along if I want to, and while I’m trying to say ‘no it’s okay, I rather the quiet of my own home now days,’ I end up with something more like ‘I’m a loner and don’t like people…oh but I have one friend…that’s not a dog.’

Anyway then the really embarrassing part

‘There’s nothing wrong with the air conditioner’ the man told me.

I looked puzzled.

‘You do however have to put it on heating not cooling for it to blow warm air.’ He explained

‘Oh’ I looked around ‘But how do you do that?’ I asked feeling really stupid

‘You press this button, see the one that says heat’

‘Oh… that must be what that picture of the sun on the little screen means’ I smiled

‘Yes… and before it had a picture of a snowflake’ he added.

‘Well in my defense, I think I would’ve figured that out but I didn’t know that part of the remote flipped down, no wonder it wouldn’t work’ I smiled

They both looked at me.

‘Hey no one else that looked at it figured it out either’ I answered

(and indeed five other people had looked at it for me)

‘That’s true’ he agreed

‘Yeah but then you can’t claim that as your defense, it’s like remember the time….’

The boy I went to school then proceeded to launch into a conversation about me bringing down the whole schools computer system… and the time I wrote on the white board in permanent texta… and the time I got caught in the lift and didn’t know what button to press… and the time I fell down the stairs…. and the time my friend gave me a water balloon and told me it was a condom and I gave it to my boyfriend… and the time I froze the teachers laptop…… and the time I pressed the wrong button and put our conversation instead of the song on the radio… and the time I put the wrong flour in the cake… and the time I stabbed myself with the pen… and the time I accidently mixed up the……

you get the point.

Anyway I tried to look dignified when I took my glasses of to wipe my eyes and readjust them, but I ended up poking myself in the eye when I tried to put them back on, and he just laughed saying something about ‘point proven,’ I mumbled something about ‘enough said.’

And when they left I felt like an utter idiot and wanted to scream

‘I’m not always this stupid!’

 After them, but thought that wouldn’t be the most sane thing to do, not at all.

Anyway, so that was my embarrassing day, please feel free to make me feel better by leaving your own embarrassing comments.

P.S. Although I do do a lot of stupid things I’m really not this completely blonde all the time.

New Home

Hi everyone, sorry it’s been a while but I have just moved to this beautiful little rural town that has no internet or phone, ok well it does but it’s all Telstra and I hate Telstra-formerly known as telecom, because it is heaps more expensive. But this is a beautiful town.

So while my blogs are currently infrequent please keep reading I’m saving up for a Telstra modem witch I should be able to afford once mom pays back the money she owes me.

I sold my car and incidentally came into a whole $995, so with that money I finally was able to afford to move out of home, while I did enjoy living with mom and Babe, I’m glad to be out on my own with just myself and my dog and cat….and 38 fish….oh and my two turtles.

Anyway so my house is falling apart, the paint is peeling of the lounge room roof, the hot water service is luke-warm at best, the back fence is falling down and my Nan (who is actually not my real Nan I just adopted her) pulled my front door handle off on the second day. Oh and the place that I moved to is always really cold often hitting below zero at night, and the heater doesn’t work.

But it’s my house and I’m back with my dog so I couldn’t care less, I love the house and my neighbor who is also my landlord (because it’s like that in small towns) is really nice, so I baked her cookies.

Anyway, I like it here and a wonderful friend comes every morning at like 6:30 in the morning to take me and Bindii for a walk, she has two dogs, Shadow and Rosie, and Bindii my dog is in love with shadow, he’s a bit of a bitsa but he’s gorgeous big black Labrador thingy. Bindii has been in love with him since she was a puppy, we have lived here before, so she’s glad to be back near her shadow.

Let’s call my friend the DogLady because she really is the local dog lady, she goes around town and collects them all to go for a walk, its sweet, she is quite a bit older than me, ok like at least fifteen years older than my mom, but I get on with older people and if I could be like anyone when I’m that age I hope I end up like DogLady, never have I met a more kind good hearted woman in all my life….and she’s always running late but it’s mostly coz she’s running around doing stuff for other people so it’s all good.

Anyway Bindii is Shadowe’s shadow, and it actually hurts to see them together, I didn’t know a dog could love like that, you watch them and one moves and the other reacts, and even though Shadow pretends he hates Bindii, when he thinks we’re not looking he licks her and climbs all over her and chases her, and then if he sees were watching him he quickly stands still and stares of into the distance like the good proud dog he’s supposed to be.

Anyway I love this place, it’s really beautiful, it’s surrounded by these great big pine trees, which is where me and DogLady run the dogs.

I love it here, oh and the town has only like a population of 200 at most and one little shop/servo/postoffice/nursery it’s so sweet here. :D

So because I have limited internet time I’m going to upload a few blogs at once to make up for my lost time, I’ll be writing them over the next week and I’m going to upload them all together at the end of the week.