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Sunday, 17 April 2011

R.I.P BoganVillia

We had a bit of a ‘working bee’ today. DogLady loves gardening, and she was distraught, but it was apparently her own fault.
We were late…by like forty five minutes..because, no nothing went wrong it was just that it was DogLady and me so were always that off schedule.
And everyone had started without us, as we arrive DogLady starts worrying, and I ask what’s wrong and all she says is ‘The BoganVillia’
And I’m like the what?’
She then unwinds the windows and yells at the men chopping some plant of a fence.
‘Oi what are you doing to the bogan villia?’
They start explaining that the plants  over grown
‘but I said I was going to trim it today’ she complained
‘Excuse me who’s a bogan?’ I asked
‘not who, what, over there that plant’ she points and then continues her complaints
‘oh, I see’ as I look at a big green bush with purple leaves on it.
She then starts talking about stupid men who think they can just chop things down, but it was too late because it was gone.
Then she gets upset because they’re going to burn it and I’m like ‘well its dead now….anyway’ that was not the right thing to say.
So we were stuck pruning roses and I had to listen to half an hour of
‘oh gee dosen’t the fence look so much prettier than the bogan villia, and damn rose thorns don’t hurt as much as seeing my bogan villia chopped down, and why did god make men to try our patience and chop down our bogan villias, and I’m so angry right now I could chop someone’s head off like they chopped down my bogan villia, you just wait they’re gonna hear what I have to say about it’
And I said ‘because they can’t hear you complaining about it?
‘well is my bogan villia still chopped down?’
‘I’ll buy you your own boganvillia for your house, and that way no one can chop it down’ I said
‘I don’t want my own, I liked that one!’
I sighed, I knew there was emotional attachment there, but were not going into that, let’s just say this particular boganvillia got a lot of love during a tough time, and I knew if they ever chopped it down it would be bad but this is just ridiculous!.
‘they think they can just take down my bogan villia, well just tear out our hearts, what is it with men thinking they can just walk all over you’ she then proceeded to leave me and find some sympathizers, she found two.
Damnit Bogan villia sympathizers, now I get it from two angles!
Poor DogLady, she’s so upset, and then her granddaughter drew her a picture about it and it made her cry, and DogLady just dosent cry so she must’ve been really upset about the BoganVillia.
On the bright side I now know the names of three flower-planty things. Rose, Daisy, and BoganVillia.
R.I.P dead burnt BoganVillia.
Then she proceeded to launch into a speech about it was her fault because we were late, and it was her fault because she didn’t prune it, and it was her fault because she got attached to a plant, and all I thought, was this is great because I feel no need to take ANY responsibility for ANYTHING I do EVER again, so long as DogLadys around because apparently it’s all her fault.
And to the men who chopped it down, nice fence…. and remember;
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and if still waters run deep, DogLadys pretty damn deep, so I’d run…oh and think about planting a new BoganVillia, I don’t want to deal with the subliminal rage that she’s been letting off all day, make it improve please.

P.S. This is a general but not exact, paint replica of the picture. it did not ease the pain at all.

I'm A Drug dealer

Ok let’s get this straight.
I am NOT innocent towards worldly ways ok.
No I know all about drinking, and violence and drugs and mental health and suicide and sex and rock and roll and all that stuff, and I don’t pretend that I don’t because I think it is all a part of life, I grew up around this kind of stuff so I’m not oblivious.
But sometimes when I make an announcement like ‘oh yeah were growing weed do you guys want some? I truly wonder.
It all started when DogLady and I decided to grow our own weed. Fish weed that is, weeds that you feed to fish, or normal people would call them aquatic plants, or sea weed or whatever, we call is fish weed.
So we get onto growing it, it’s doing well and then someone is talking to me about our town and the fact that I never lock any of my doors and they say
‘well you should because it used to be a pretty rough town and some of the old people are still around’
‘what do you mean by rough?’ I ask
‘you know they were into alcohol, and the guy next to you used to grow weed’
‘oh really? Were growing weed!’
‘are you?’
‘yeah do you want some!...oh wait hang on’ and that’s when I realized that my one track innocent mind had gone back to thinking about fish and not what was being said ‘sorry wrong sort, fish weed, not paying attention again…please continue…’

I'm emotionally retarded

I’m in love with emotionally retarded men.
Spock….
But I can’t watch spock because Sleepy owns the movie and she’s not here, she better bring the DVD when she comes on holiday,
So I watched X-men
 Wolverine-self explanatory
So I thought I’d watch some old movies.
Marry Poppins. Bert is so cute…but would he ever settle down? I think not.
 and now for the final yes I admit this although its rather shameful.
Captain VonTrapp - also self explanatory…
Oh and Maxum-rebecca
Although it could be more to do with men and singing,
Once again captain VonTrapp singing Eidleveiss
Gerry –p.s. I love you
Jonny cash-the movie
Ooh and then john Cusack in….well anything really but mostly must love dogs and/or martin child.
Anyway no maybe it’s got something to do with a certain gentlemanly/old fashioned personality.
No I think I’m just emotionally retarded.

Thursday, 14 April 2011

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.

Monday, 7 March 2011

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.