Endlessly Benevolent

Because I am such a loving and kind and endlessly benevolent owner that I share my bed with Bindii and Nulla, this does not however mean that Bindii can lay sideways or that Nulla can prick my face whenever I put my head on MY pillow.

Actually my pillow is the awesomest, I was thinking about this because of reading airplaned’s blog about his new pillow.

I’m never getting a new pillow, I love mine, it’s made of rags and feathers and had had a new pillowcase sewn over it because it’s old one was torn off by Bindii when she was a puppy.

It’s slightly lumpy, but still soft, the best comfiest pillow ever.

This pillow has great sentimental value to it, it was my boyfriends fathers pillow, after his mother died he was moved between fostering homes and this pillow was one of the few things he was able to hold on to that belonged to his father, I always tried to steal it because it’s really comfortable, and then when he died, I took it because it still smelt like him for a long time, now it mostly smells like my shampoo and a bit like Bindii, but if you bury your face deep in it, it still smells like him a bit, that has nothing to do me throwing the rest of his aftershave on the pillow, no it does not.

Anyway I love this pillow, I’m currently leaning on it now, pillows are the best especially when you get one that you really love.

And I really love this one even if it does have like a million dribble marks on it.

Back to Bindii and Nulla, it is currently the middle of the day, we have two three seated lounges, and I’m sitting on the end of one, not by choice, I started in the middle and have slowly been pushed to the end because Bindii wants a cuddle and I don’t want to hug her, so she got closer and I moved away and she got closer until I ran out of couch and now my arm is over her while I am typing one handed.

How did that happen?

Oh that’s right because I’m a kind loving and endlessly benevolent owner.

fetta cheese and water

I went to visit my Bindii today, Bindii is my five year old Staffordshire.

As I am currently floating between homes I am paying a lovely lady and her husband to look after my little girl.

This for me is hellish because my dogs are my life, but as I’m staying on a farm I’m not allowed to have her here in case she decides to eat the sheep. Anyway so I’ve been missing her very much, so I got a lift to Adelaide to see her while my mom picked up some things she bought from e-bay. It sounds simple enough right?

Wrong.

Mom drove us the windy way, and the entire way down I was carsick.

It went something like. But not exactly like, but this is the gist of it

‘Sarah you probably shouldn’t write while I’m driving’

‘Why, I’m already car sick it really can’t get much worse’

‘You’re making me feel sick’ she said.

‘Correction you’re driving is making you sick’

‘Don’t say that’

‘Just wait till we get home, I’m sticking to my story’

‘What story’

‘The one where your driving makes yourself feel sick, that’s pretty bad’ (because it is, she’s a bit of a rev head)

‘People will think I’m a bad driver’ mom retorted

‘And that’s an incorrect assumption how?’

‘I’m not a bad driver’

‘You’re tailgating again’ I noted.

‘It’s not my fault; I bet it’s a woman driver’

‘Did it occur to you that you’re a woman driver?’

‘Sarah, I’m not a bad…’

‘Pull over pull over I’m gonna spew!’

‘I can’t pull over there’s nowhere to pull over’

‘Should I let it out in the car then?’ I snapped hoping that a pull over spot would magically appear…it did.

And so I barely exited the car before vomiting the…oh non condense of my stomach, yes I had not eaten anything so there I was with water vomit and something that looked like feta cheese, no I don’t remember eating that.

Anyway so my vision blurs, my nose burns and my legs shake and after retching multiple times, I compose myself enough to get back in the car.

The Nav man whose name is Dale Yes mom named it, anyway he got us lost and after deciphering the map we arrived picked up her e-bay stuff and went to visit my Bindii.

She seems to be very happy and she made me chase her around the backyard, the poor lady who looks after her was telling me a wonderful story how Bindii escaped and took her husband on a 10km run. I frowned at Bindii but didn’t have the energy or the will to tell her off.

Anyway after that we went home, I was disappointed that after all that sick I only got to spend a hour with her. L

Anyhoo on the way home guess what I was sick again, and yes the same water and feta cheese, (I swear that I did not eat feta cheese, at all!)

Seriously!

IT WAS AT THIS POINT THAT MOM WAS CONSIDERING RUSHING ME TO THE HOSPITAL FOR STARVATION AFTER ID ADMITTED THAT I WAS SOO EXITED ABOUT SEEING MY BINDII THAT I HAD FIORRRGOTTEN TO EAT FOR THREE DAYS, HOWEVER I CONVINCED HER THAT I WAS INDEED ALIVE AND WELL AND A FEW POUNDS AWAY FROM BEING STARVING. SHE SETTLED ON MAKING US HAVE KFC FOR DINNER.

Damn that caps lock!!.

Anyhoo, after we arrived home, (and ate our KFC and endured through an episode of home and away) I retired to my bed, that said goodnight. J

Oh and p.s. I found this pretty flower on today’s expedition.

P.P.S I was thinking about posting a photo of my water and feta cheese, but I decided against it. Also I need to change the date on my camera because it’s all soo wrong!!!

PPP.S. Because This Is My 1st Blog.

This is my first blog.

So I’ll start of by telling you a little about myself, I’m twenty years old, I’m Australian, I’m Stunningly beautiful, (ha I can say that because you’ll never see my face…) ok no I shouldn’t lie… oh well I’m average in everything…oh and to make that better I’m living back with my mom and her husband, looking forward to the days when I move into my friends garage, life is looking up. Lol.

I have a dog, she’s a staffy and she’s my best buddy, I just lost my old dog of 19 years two months ago, but I’m still keeping her in conversation so you’ll probably hear a bit about her. Denial is my favorite coping-ness way to cope. Besides I love dog’s, breeding staffy’s is the BIG dream.

Oh and I don’t have a job at the moment, not because I’m lazy, well not just because I’m lazy, but because I’m not very well, so I spend my time on the internet or a equally mind numbing activity.

I like to write, all sorts of things so my friend told me about this and I decided, hey why not do that with my time… Now me being me had to analyze why I would want write a blog?

You want to know my answer?... For the exact same reason that Chuck Lorre puts production cards at the end of his episodes. It’s got something to do with frustration and making yourself feel better about complaining about your pathetic existence to another person who will hopefully listen. My life is indeed pathetic, I am frustrated and I want to complain and I want you to listen.

Sad really, but there you have it, please standby for further, complaints, jokes, confessions, thoughts, queries, whatever… tomorrow.

Ok, well I don’t really have much to say except that my blogging will improve as today is well just awkward, being my first and all, but oh well please read. :D and I’ll try and update daily.

P.S. don’t bother reading this if you don’t like dogs.

PP.S. Chuck Lorre is the director of The Big Bang Theory.

PPP.S. Yes I’m a bit of a geek and honestly, who dosen’t like escaping into T.V. things are so much more exiting in there. :D

PPPP.S. does anyone actually know what P.S means? I think it’s like Post statement or something.

PPPPP.S I should stop talking but I cant leave with four P.S’S ‘I just Can’t do It captain…I doon’t Have the power

PPPPPP.S. this is getting annoying isn’t it?

PPPPPPP.S ok 7 is an alright number, so I’m sighning of and will be back to annoy you tomorrow.