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So, I worked my little butt off all afternoon and it still looks like I have done absolutely nothing.  My bookshelf is not empty like I planned, however most of the books have been put in a box for moving.

I did manage to fill the recycling bin more than half way with odd bits and scraps of recyclable junk I have collected over the last 23 years or more.  I am seriously mental, I did not realise what a hoarder I was.  It is scary, I do not know where I am going to keep the stuff I am keeping when it is finally moved.  Not cool.

My Mum put way too many choko’s in the evening meal again.  Thank thee Lord, that when I am moved 100% I will never have to see a choko again.

YUK!!

YUK!!

Tomorrow, I am going to be working in the (I won’t tell the name) Bakery again.  I will be making all the yummy cakes, which really aren’t so yummy at all.  Standard, generic mass produced beastly thawed (not freshly baked) sponge cakes.  With the foul icing from the tub that looks like it’s never been washed.  It absolutely sucks that I am never at work on the days that the tub is empty, because I would clean that tub like it has never been cleaned before.  (Which may even be true, EWWWW!)

While watching prime time tv – shows such as Kath & Kim, The Vicar Of Dibley and other such funnies I sit here in between sentences knitting my pretty purple squares.  Knitting because I left my crocheting at my shiny new house, and knitting things were all I have left here at my parents to occupy my evening with.   I loved knitting more for a while, because I didn’t know how to crochet at that time.  But I am preferring the crocheting more these days because I can do it faster – which makes me feel more accomplished at the end of a day.  I can whip up a few more “granny squares” a day than I can knit them.

Another little whinge.  Because of the wind, my prettiest rose with the longet most delicate stem snapped viciously.  The whole plant is slightly damaged.  I think I’m going to have to doctor it before disease and yukky rose demons get into it.  It was so pretty.  I wish I didn’t move my camera already so I could show whoever reads this.  (The crickets, chirruping in the desert thing.  Giggle.)

I’m done for now I suppose.

Cheers!

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So I’ve half moved in with my boyfriend, into our lovely tiny little mansion of awesomeness.  We do not currently have an internet connection 😦

I was supposed to be spending the weekend at my parents, sorting through my things and packing them and generally preparing to move out properly.  So far I have managed to finish a bottle of rum with my friend last night and waste all of today lolling about hungover with an epic headache and severe nausea.  Thank Jebus I have not spewed.

Maybe I should get to the packing of things.

Too be continued, on the acquistion of an internet connection.

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On a visit to the Sewing Goddess, the Rapturous Mermaid BamPyrRate Renay. Green eyed envious little me, jealous of her ‘skills’ I asked her to teach me how to make teddy bears too.

One teddy bear in particular.  The adorable inside out teddy, she entered in the Nowra Show (also winning a super prize for him) and asked her to teach me to make him.

What she did do was hand me a pattern on a piece of paper and told me to go for it.  She said I would figure it out and learn from my mistakes, which is supposedly the best way to learn.

The method of learning proved to be intense, frustrating, mentally painful and wishing for death by impalement.  However I did manage to assemble the pieces eventually.  I still do not know if the pieces are assembled correctly, but it does look like a Teddy at least.  A very lucky to be a teddy, teddy.

Here are some stunning photographs of my little man bear.  Please note that he is incomplete, he is yet to find suitable eyes and a name.

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Of course the weekend I’m supposed to have off because I’m finally doing that grown up thing and fleeing the nest, I get sick.
Sick with the aches and pains, snot dripping continuously from the nose and the itchy scratchy throat irritation.  Funny right?  Wrong.

So yesterday I made the effort of moving some of my things. Mainly things of importance like; clothes, kitchen necessities and bathroom and cleaning items. More importantly my possesions for epic outdoor shenanigans.

By epic outdoor shenanigans I mean gardening.

  • These items consisted of my brand shiny new ‘ergonomically desgined spade’ (yes a spade, spades are for digging and cutting. Shovels are for moving piles of dirt and poop), my new super pruners with the super medium length handles and the anvil head.
  • My poison (which says it’s better for the environment than most herbicides, as in it’s non residual and not harmful to water ways) which I intend to use on the evil villainous weed TRADESCANTIA or the now politically incorrect weed sometimes called ‘Wandering Jew’ or Creeping Christian.  I also purchased a really cool sprayer with pump action and hosing functions!  Also super arm length chemical safe gloves.  Safety first!  I also intend to use this poison to remove a tree which is going to inevitably damage our shiny little house, because some moron thought it would be nice to plant an ornamental fig right against the house!! IDIOTS.

    This is a NOXIOUS WEED

    This is a NOXIOUS WEED

  • My Trugg.  I’m not sure why it’s called that or even if it is called that. It is a biggish flexible bucket with hand holes on the side.  I need something to carry my gardening bits in and to put scraps in.

    Super Trug!!!

    Super Trug!!!

More on the ornamental fig.  Yesterday while sick and waiting for my Dad to fix the lock on mine and Andrew’s (the boyfriend) back door I thought I would play (responsibly) with my new super pruners.  I had a go at the old fig.  On closer inspection I notice someone else, possibly someone as clued in as I had previously tried to cut the tree down, without success.  Basically the tree I was “pruning” savagely was just super shoots growing from an already cut down, but not so dead tree stump.  Man will I teach that little sucker.

Snotfest Super Fun.  So my little brother also seems to have tickets to snotfest.  It took us an hour and a half to set up a LAN game of Age Of Mythology.  Turns out it doesn’t work when he is playing in the expansion pack and you are playing in the original.  Turns out you don’t need to configure anything, you just need to be in the same game.  People should listen to me.  That was funfest!

I am looking forward to playing in my little kitchen and my little house and my little garden.  I am looking forward to progress photo’s and blogging about all the work we do on it.  I am looking forward to everything, except having to go to work YUK.

I’m currently reading Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen and I like it.

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So I was happily gallivanting around in my fathers car as a passenger listening to his desired radio station, when the song ‘Not Fair’ by Lilly Allen was played.  Being familiar with the song and the lyrics I was a little disappointed to hear that the station decided it necessary to remove the verse :

“I lay here in this wet patch
in the middle of the bed,
I’m feeling pretty damn hard done by
i spent ages giving head.”

Clearly they have removed this verse because they deem it inappropriate to be played on a commercial radio station during the afternoon hours of the day.  What I don’t understand is why this verse in particular?  The decision to censor this verse absolutely boggles my little brain.  If you read the lyrics or listen to the song, with or without that verse the meaning of the song is quite clear.  It is rude, why not just choose not to play the whole song?

Personally I think if a radio station decides a song or parts of a song are inappropriate, just don’t play it.  Don’t cut it to pieces and paste it back together hoping we won’t notice the difference.  It’s absolutely irritating.  Play the whole song the way the artist meant for it to be heard or don’t play it at all.

Here are the full lyrics for anyone who doesn’t get why I’m ranting.
(This blog does not mean I hate this song or the artist.  In fact I like Lilly Allen, I think she is very clever.  I think the rest of you are Morons.)

Oh, he treats me with respect,
He says he loves me all the time,
He calls me 15 times a day,
He likes to make sure that I’m fine,
You know I’ve never met a man,
Whose made me feel quite so secure,
He’s not like all them other boys,
They’re all so dumb and immature.
There’s just one thing,
That’s getting in the way,
When we go up to bed your just no good,
its such a shame!
I look into your eyes,
I want to get to know you,
And then you make this noise,
and its apparently its all over
Its not fair,
And i think your really mean,
I think your really mean,
I think your really mean.
Oh your supposed to care,
But you never make me scream,
You never make me scream,
Oh it’s not fair,
And it’s really not ok,
It’s really not ok,
It’s really not ok,
Oh your supposed to care,
But all you do is take,
Yeah, all you do is take.
I lay here in this wet patch
in the middle of the bed,
I’m feeling pretty damn hard done by
i spent ages giving head.
Then i remember all the nice things
that you’ve ever said to me,
maybe I’m just over reacting
maybe your the one for me.
There’s just one thing,
That’s getting in the way,
When we go up to bed your just no good,
its such a shame!
I look into your eyes,
I want to get to know you,
And then you make this noise,
and its apparently its all over
Its not fair,
And i think your really mean,
I think your really mean,
I think your really mean.
Oh your supposed to care,
But you never make me scream,
You never make me scream,
Oh it’s not fair,
And it’s really not ok,
It’s really not ok,
It’s really not ok,
Oh your supposed to care,
But all you do is take,
Yeah, all you do is take.

Anyway, I end it here.

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