Posts Tagged ‘Finn’

I only have 2 more presents to acquire.  They should be easy…  NOT!

I AM PRETTY FREAKING EXCITED.  Christmas is only 6 sleeps away.  I don’t even know why I’m so excited.  I’m 23.  Santa does not come to me, there are no surprises.  I don’t even have kids to play surprises with.

I have a ‘god’child, am I supposed to get it a present?  I’m glad at the christening ceremony I never actually promised to help the child on his path to God and glory, I kept silent and smiled and secretly promised to encourage more worthwhile pursuits.  Like reading and smart stuff that matters.  Stuff that actually counts.

He is TWO years old now.  Far Out!

Is it absurd that I considered a pressie for this little dear?

The ‘Manfriend’ on the other hand is having a pre-Christmas meltdown, I think he’s a little stuck on the ideal childhood Christmas, the one where you go on the holiday and everyone is in one place and it’s all just awesome because there are a billion cousins to run riot with and the likes.  He’s a little devastated that he has to drive from one family to the next.

He’s talking about evacuating for next Christmas.

Insert pictures for filler.  😉








Is now tired of listening to man’s Christmas hating and is feeling the negativity rubbing off onto myself.  Way to kill the cheer!

Even pretty photo’s can’t fix it now 😦

Stupid Stupidness.

Fat people!  Be warned, I will be manning the checkouts.  I’ll know what you’re buying this week, to eat yourself to death.  You fat, fat heads!  Christmas doesn’t mean you can work on your diabetes or your death from over consumption. 

As of tomorrow I will be officially disgusted, with the trolley loads of crapola people will be no doubt buying. 

Hey idiots, the shops are only shut FOR ONE FREAKING DAY!!!!

Over IT!

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You know those days when you wake up and you just don’t feel inspired to live, you can hear the rain pattering against the window.  You were expecting a sun filled Monday, spent lounging in the sun and working the house and garden.  Things aren’t going even slightly the way you wished, then to top it all the little bundle of fur you absolutely adore is full of life and energy to burn.

So much that even though it is raining he is gnawing through your flesh, nipping at your face forcefully demanding you to arise and let him glory in the splendour of mud and rain and kittenly filth. 

An argument with a kitten unfolds. 

He continues to try and rip my flesh from bone, this is not the way we get what we want!  I yell and scream unsaintly things at him, he cowers and runs to some other room.  He wins again.

So after feeling remorseful I arise and open the door.  Finn is free to frolic in the mud and rain like the most retarded cat in the world that he is.

I have breakfast.  Mmmm Tea.

Ignite the internet, check the appropriate social networking sites for anything interesting, and check out the new celebrity gossip and scandals, oh the hilarity of them all.  Chris Brown’s career is over because he ‘dissed’ Oprah, I particularly like where they compare Oprah to Jesus (not that I’m the religious kind)

Oh no he didn’t! If Chris Brown thought his career was in trouble before, he’d better pray for a miracle to get him out of this one. In showbiz, if you insult Oprah Winfrey you might as well be spitting in the face of Jesus Christ himself.

You can read full ‘article’ Here

Meanwhile on one of those social networking sites I decided to waste some time participating in a quiz to find out ‘My Sixth Sense’, when the following question arose I encountered dilemma.  As I read the question first with out reading the multiple choice answers I actually did what the question said.

Close your eyes and imagine yourself sitting on the beach. What do you enjoy the most?

I sat cross legged on the floor boards and imagined myself sitting on a beach, and the part I enjoyed the most was not in the list below

    • The sound of the waves breaking.
    • The softness of the sand.
    • The colour of the waves.
    • The smell of salt water.

So how could I truthfully finish this quiz, when the part I enjoyed most while sitting on that deserted beach gazing out across the massive expanse of water to the horizon was my very own insignificance in comparison to the entire universe?

Not that I want to get all philosophical right now, but what do you imagine when you are sitting on the imaginary beach?  What do you like best?  The stupid happy flying seagull?  The softness of the sand? (excuse me for gagging)  The pretty shells?

When I go to the beach generally I am overwhelmed by everything, hence the sitting and staring quietly off toward the horizon pondering my own existence.

To the point now, that quiz was crap!

This morning when I did wake up feeling uninspired, I can’t believe I had forgotten the glorious chapter in Anne of Avonlea I read last night.  With such inspiring quotes as;

‘I want to explore all those fields and lonely places anyhow.  I have a conviction that there are scores of beautiful nooks there that have never really been seen, although they may  have  been looked at.  We’ll make friends with the wind and sky and sun, and bring home the spring in our hearts’

L.M Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea

“Look, do you see that poem?”  she said suddenly, pointing.
  “Where?” Jane and Diana stared, as if expecting to see Runic rhymes on the birch-trees.
  ”There… down in the brook… that old green, mossy log with the water flowing over it in those smooth ripples that look as if they’d been combed, and that single shaft of sunshine falling right athwart it, far down into the pool.  Oh it’s the most beautiful poem I ever saw.”
  “ I should rather call it a picture,” said Jane.  “A poem is line and verses.”
  “Oh dear me, no.”  Anne shook her head with its fluffy wild-cherry coronal positively.  “The lines are verses are only the outward garments of the poem and are no more really it than your ruffles and flounces are you, Jane.  The real poem is the soul within them… and that beautiful bit is the soul of an unwritten poem.  It is not every day one sees a soul… even of a poem.”

L.M Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea

Thankfully after typing that out, a soggy little fur ball decided it was time to make up and be friends again.  After helping him dry off a little he rubbed and snuggled and hugged me, like the sorry little boy he was.  Man does that cat know how to play me.

Any how and interview with a pending employment transfer looms nearer.  Off to get ready.  I shall leave you all with a warm fuzzy YouTube clip.

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There is something pleasurable about Monday’s, maybe it is due to the fact that I don’t have to go to work today.  I can sleep in.  Instead of working for someone else, I can work here and get stuff that we need to get done.  I can do it at a leisurely pace.  I don’t have to deal with the scum bags you deal with in a grocery store on registers every day. 

I’m alone. 

Except for Finn, he’s chewing on my wrist and getting excited watching the letters pop up as I type them.  He’s doing that little comfy march that cats do to make things comfy before they curl up, on my tummy inside my green cardigan.  I love him.  He is my hairy little mate, he keeps me company while my bigger hairier man friend is at work.  We are listening to Beethoven.  Because we can’t concentrate on a DVD and blog at the same time.

I have done two loads of laundry this morning (I did sleep in until 9.30am, what a baddy.  Tee Hee), I have also put away all the lovely clean dishes and pans in there special places in the cupboard.  My new jars are looking amazing, filled with Tea Bags and Sugar like a real kitchen.

With the laundry, I have taken the risk of hanging it on the outside, not undercover line.  It’s starting to get even more cloudier, so cloudy I may even need to do a laundry recovery dash very soon. 

I finally finished my emailing.  I don’t think I did a very good job this time.  I publicly apologise.

The Mermaid over at her J-I-G-G-L-E design studio (lol @ studio) has finally gotten an online store going for anyone who cares to see some of her amazing creations.  It can be found here.


This is only a small photographic sample of what she is capable of.  She does amazing things with fabric.  Millions of mini skirts/tutus, patchwork quilts, choker style jewellery.  Everything is handmade and designed by her eccentric lovable little brain.  Go there, buy her stuff it is UNIQUE.

My garden needs more work, so you can see the amazing plants that are hidden by the weeds.  For example.

This Grevillea.  It’s beautiful.

This Lavender.  It smells delightful.  The bee’s even think so.

I think I’ve just talked myself into going and planting the new viola’s I purchased.  I’ll show you when I’m finished.  I might even take cuttings of Daisies and plant seeds. 

Little Finn’s hug is to be ruined again.

To Be Continued….

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Happy Monday everyone!! 

What an eventful week it has been.  I’ll start with, Sometime last week while waiting for my boyfriend to pick me up from Westfield I thought it would be fun to look in the pet shop.

So I did.  That was my first mistake.  He made eye contact with me.  He, the cutest little furry I’ve ever seen.  My initial reaction was ‘oh, don’t you dare do that face at me you little turd’.  But he did.  So naturally every day this week, while I walked through the mall to get to the bus stop I casually strolled past the little pet shop and there he was.  Still in that hideous kitten tank they were keeping him in.  Looking as lonely and adorable as ever.

So by Thursday just after lunch while at work after spending most of the week text messaging nasty little ‘meows’ and kitten related messages to my boyfriend.  I made the decision if he was still there at 7pm-ish tonight after I finished work there would be the to purchase little furry or not discussion with boyfriend.

After boyfriends visual internal argument and distress about making a hasty addition to our little family, apparently cute little furry and I managed to win him over quite easily.  Had cute little furry been a puppy, I don’t think we would have been quite as successful at manipulating the situation.  LOL @ bad girlfriend and cute furry taking over the world one boyfriend at a time.


After a traumatic relocation, an hour and a half later cute furry was not so traumatised anymore.  He was playing and loving like we gave birth to him ourselves.

After two very furry love filled days of kitten naming we settled on the name Finnigan.  Yes that is what we named our kitten.  Finn, Finnie, Little Finn.

We did consider a thousand names, so it would seem.  More than one person did suggest a Michael Jackson derived name, because kitty is Black & White just like the song.  Sorry guys, no little Jacko, Jackson, MJ, Mikey, Mickey Jack whatever.  Finn. 

So far his personality is absolutely delightful.  He takes turns at the cuddles, so the mummy or the daddy get jealous.  He is very keen on the maintaining contact practically at all times.  He likes to play fun things.  He likes to sleep on you.  He likes to playfully nibble toes, noses, lips? and other bits.  He especially likes zippers on your coat and buttons on your pants for chewing. 

His little farts smell disgusting!

He likes to know what you are doing at all times and is keen to help.  He finds the mouse pointer on the computer screen fascinating and likes to chase it.  He runs like some flailing idiot all over our house, not stealthy yet.

WE LOVE HIM!!!!  I think he loves us too.  I’m glad he made eye contact seven days ago when I was just looking at pets in a pet shop to waste some time.

The weekend consisted of my younger brother coming over to meet our furry baby Finn.  While here boyfriend thought he’d do some yard work, like lawns and such.  So younger brother and I thought we’d do some yard work too. 

The side garden with conifers is on it’s way to be Tradescantia free. (Wandering Jew, Creeping Christian whatever other politically incorrect name for it you can think of?)  We managed to completely fill the green waste bin, so now there is a massive mountain of Trad, just sitting on the decking until the bin is emptied.  I think that will be next week.  Crap.


Now to the craft scene.  I’ve started crocheting the granny squares together.  I don’t know if I like them as much crocheted together though.  Maybe it’s just the way my mum showed me to crochet them together that I don’t like.  Maybe I should be trying to learn another way to crochet them together from one of those amazing inspirational crochet queens I usually post links too. 

While the Renapturous Mermaid was visiting last Monday we went shopping at Spotlight.  While there we found some funky yarn for me to crochet her a granny square treasure bag to go with her Mermaid Costume.  It’s not quite finished yet, as it needs strap.  Otherwise she’ll probably just drop it while she’s swimming around in that big ol’ ocean of fabric she has.  

Finn wanted to help, and look super cute.  So I let him.

Anyway, I think it’s cup of tea and time to reply to some emails.

Also, it does suck that MJ died.  I’m just to wrapped up in Kitten Clouds to care right now.

Thanks for coming.  =)

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