Posts tagged ‘Rambles’

When it comes down to it…

Friendship, companionship and love are the reasons I wake up in the morning.

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October 4, 2009 at 9:09 am 4 comments

Funny Crap Hubs Says Version 3.1

*** I interuppt regular programming to once again apologise for bing such a baaad blogger. I have some time allotted to catch up both this blog and on your blogs. Promise. Remember forgiveness sets the heart free.***

Hubs and I are sitting on the couch watching Fall Out Boy LIVE.

I’ve always loved this band purely for the joy in their rock and the lack of seriousness in their lyrics. Hubs is not convinced.



Me: *mid defense about why FOB can’t actually suck as much as he thinks they do* I like the band- except that Pete Wentz bass guy. He’s annoying. And Stoned. Stoned people just aren’t as awesome as sober people.

Hubs: Yeah, I think the guitarists and the drummer can form their old band. They can call it “One Boy Falls Out”



One Boy Falls Oout. What do you think Mr. Drummer and Mr. Guitarists?

Catchy, No?

October 3, 2009 at 4:23 am 2 comments

While I was away

Things I did while I wasn’t coming up with interesting things to entertain you:

1. Worked.

2. Did some laundry

3.
… Hey wait. Wasn’t I cool at some stage? I am sure I was.

A few weekends back (hey how long was I gone!) I had my bestie Pookie over. She house crashed for the weekend and we stayed up drinking tea (aka wine) and discussed politics (aka boys). It was so nice to be one of the girls.

In fact, as we went shopping (I KNOW!) we came across scrapbooking goodies for R5. R5 is like less than one US dollar. Booyah, Momma went crazy. And by momma I totally meant the me that is anti being a momma.

I am a girl. I like men. I thing I am pretty good at being a girl…

But then… after we gloated about how much money we saved….

she asked me to join her in the loo.

What.

The.

George Carmicheal

Is.

That.

About?!?!

I followed her. Stood by the sink, pretending not to hear her tinkle and looked at my fat smarmy face.

Why would a woman want to have a friend in the potty with her? To share lipgloss? (ew). Style tips? (no thank you) Or to request a tampon should things have strayed for the worse?

To hell if I know.

On the epic list of things that I don’t get?

Numbero Uno: The potty buddy- because peeing alone is too dangerous. Or something.

September 15, 2009 at 7:11 pm 3 comments

Because I can’t think of other things to talk about…

Happy Saturday! This week was a stressful and yucky one for me.

But, my flu is on it’s way out (I ate breakfast for the first time this week!)

I lost 3 kgs this week.

Pookie and I are going to have an awesome weekend in just 2 weeks time.

It’s sad because I haven’t seen her since the wedding. Lame.

I’m going off to get a haircut today.

Even if Hubs doesn’t realise it yet.

I think this weekend is going to make up for my less than desireable week.

August 15, 2009 at 6:47 am 6 comments

Listy-bisty-bobisty-banana fana- fo-fisty

Lists are easy to read. and this makes them fun.

My Extraordinary List of Awesome things:

1. Johnny Depp in the Libertine.



I watched this movie for the fifth thousandth time. Each time I am moved by it.

What is truly enjoying life? At what expense? This movie is rad. (in a oh my word I can never ever show this to anyone- kind of way)

2. Finding The World According to Garp.



I thought it was stolen. But alas, it has been redeemed from the confines of under-my-bed-opolis.

3. Sleep.

’nuff said.

4. Hubs.

He’s really awesome. Even when I lose my temper and yell at him. *blush*

List of Not Awesome Things

1. Spilling bleach on all my black winter clothes.

Stuff you bleach! grr…

2. My University is being retarded.

Stuff you University!

3. Clients.

Anyone who works with the direct public can say this all together:

“stuff you clients!”

4. The Striking Magical fairy that cleans my flat.

Stuff you mag…i…ca.. oh wait. That’s me. I can’t possibly stuff myself. Unless it’s with *copious* amounts of food. And when I do that I get all chubby around my face and that is just so NOT sexy. So no stuffing of ones self here.

(I probably don’t want to know the google results on that one)


Things I am waiting for:


1. Summer time

2. Summer time

3. Partying in the Summer time

4. Warmth and not coldness. (Just FYI: it was -4 this morning when I went to work *shocker*)

This concludes the post where by I sing a gay little song and write random stuff in a list format for you to read and judge me on.

The End.

July 28, 2009 at 7:51 pm 12 comments

Scrap…book…ing.

My mother is really into scrapbooking.

She does an extraordinary job making the most beautiful pages.

I= N00b.

She’s been harrassing persuading me to join her for ages now. I have an album I ‘did’ when I was a kid. It’s nothing but a mash of cut up pictures and sappy poems I thought were meaningful. It’s truly awful- nay- borderline shameful.

But, I love creating with her. It’s always more fun to get inspiration and use her pretty stamps and fancy buttons. Plus, mom time is always fab. Read: *I adore my mother*

Trouble is, I get such creative blocks! The paper and goodies used to create a scrapbook page are so beautiful and hold so much potential, I sit there and stare at them until I freak myself out so much that I can’t even imagine…RIPPING… TEARING…. DESTROYING…these things to attempt creating something okay looking.

Pathetic? Yes.

Neurotic? Probably.

The makings of a great scrapbooker? No.

I told her I’d try. So this weekend I’ll be trying for real.

Oh I’m gettting the shhhakes.

thoughts?

July 27, 2009 at 3:06 pm 8 comments

Word Vomit (without a point…)

I don’t make friends easily.

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I am not a nice person. I won’t thrill you with my wit or fabulous knowledge of Gucci.

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I, more than likely, will have no stories to tell you about adventure or lust or betrayal.

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I will probably scare the bejeebies out of you with my morbidity and over all dorkiness.

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Because I am a dork.

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And sometimes that scares me.

July 23, 2009 at 7:42 pm 4 comments

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