Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Negotiations

The anti-me invited me to stay over tomorrow night. I told him there'd better be something good in the offer if I was expected to drive for an hour on a work night and get up at the crack of dawn to go to work on Thursday.

It was then that I realised that the first episode of Heroes is on that night. He agreed to buy dinner and let me watch Heroes. I agreed to be there. I like those terms.

Really, though, it's a little crazy. By the time Heroes is over (and the show after it, that I want to watch too), he'll probably be asleep. He'll probably also have left for work by the time I wake up in the morning. I'll let him talk to me in the commercials.

Sometimes you have to be a little impulsive. Plus, I get company while I watch tv, and I don't have to cook.

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Blogger SJ said...

I like the Japanese guy best. He's funny :)

9:37 pm  
Blogger E in Oz said...

LOL I need more sleep. I thought you were referring to J at first. I told him you said I had to watch it, so there was no way I was going to miss out.

Good to hear from you! :-)

11:04 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Heroes is amazing--you'll love it!

6:37 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well crap, you wrote this yesterday... so I guess you already loved it ;)

6:38 am  
Blogger monica said...

Alrighty woman... details!!!!

12:36 pm  
Blogger Anonymous G said...

A sleepover??

So? How'd it go......?

12:53 pm  
Blogger E in Oz said...

Apart from the almost two hours it took me to get to work this morning? Ggrrrr! I'll update later. ;-)

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Monday, January 29, 2007

Inward or outward?

My blog has become a lot less 'me' lately. I'm not sure whether that's because I don't have time, I don't have the inclination, or I don't have the energy. Mostly, I think it's because I'm having my most reflective thoughts at inopportune times.

I'd like to bring it back to being more me; more of the philosophical, reflective thoughts I have. It's time to become exposed again. Trust me, you'll thank me when I say that doesn't involve naked pictures. My vulnerable, emotional side is suffering lately, because I don't have a release. My poetry has suffered, because I've been uninspired and lacking creativity since long before Christmas. So close to the final product, yet it seems a distance away right now.

I've realised I've shut down incredibly and unexpected barriers have appeared where I thought I was finally rid of them. Perhaps if I take them down here, they'll come down in other ways.

Without going into the context of the conversation (which, in its entirety, makes the comment a smaller deal than it'll probably present here), the anti-me confessed to missing me tonight. Joking, yes, but the first outward expression of ...something... nonetheless. It was equally a nice boost to the ego, and annoying. Closeness scares me right now. I'm not ready for it and I don't want it from him. At least, not any more than I already have. Blissfully noncommittal and unhindered by expectations, or complications.

This brings me to the thought that prompted this post. What do we expect when we meet new people? What do they expect? Are we looking for someone new and interesting, so we can learn about them, grow, expand our horizons, open our minds and become better people? Or are we looking for someone new and interesting to say what we want them to say about us, to focus on us, to give us attention?

Do we seek the thrill of a new acquaintance because we need some drug-like fix to boost something lacking within? Or do we seek interaction with others because they have value?

Probably all the above. I hope I'm not kidding myself when I say I try to aim outward. Imagine if everyone did. Non-parasitic symbiosis.

If only midnight weren't such an inconvenient time to blog.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well, without going into a 100 page paper on the subject, I think I'll just say I agree with you that it's probably a combination of needing other people in our lives to better ourselves and also as a basic human need for interaction. As much of a hermit as I am, there are days where I just need to leave the house and go somewhere that I can walk amongst the people, just to not be alone.

4:29 am  
Blogger Mel said...

Personally, I like when you ask the questions.
I start answering for myself.

Introspect is a good thing.
Until we become obsessed with the thought...which won't likely happen. LOL I'm too dang ADD!

Oh, look.........a chicken!
:-D

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Sunday, January 28, 2007

Pondering...

I had lunch with Ian today, before I took him to the airport. Really, it kinda sucks. Not the lunch and the airport. It sucks that he won't be around for a while. A quick calculation....he's more than half way to Singapore by now. Sigh...

He told me something interesting when I asked him about his impressions of the anti-me. He said he has similar traits to those of the stranger I lived with and T, although he didn't meet T, unfortunately. The anti-me, he said, was exactly how he thought he'd be. I wonder what it is, what traits/looks/quirks, that intrigues me (because it's more intrigue than attraction).

What's the common thread? Is it that common thread that I've finally figured out, even though I can't articulate what it is, that's allowing me to continue the friendship with the anti-me, yet stay emotionally disconnected? One day, the answer might come. Till then, I ponder...

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Blogger caro said...

You're pretty

6:01 am  
Blogger E in Oz said...

Hi Caroly!! Thank you sweety. :-)

7:13 am  
Blogger Anonymous G said...

Yeah..what Carolynnnnn said. From the inside out.

((((E))))

Keep pondering......


xo

7:32 am  
Blogger Mel said...

Yep.........still pretty as ever!

I'd suggest you give up the ponder...LOL...but I know better!

;-)

2:02 pm  
Blogger SJ said...

Eve's type = older, skinny, loner.

10:38 pm  
Blogger E in Oz said...

Now you've got me thinking...except the anti-me is younger.

8:21 pm  
Blogger SJ said...

Really? He looks older.

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When I'm 64.....or 34.

Another one stolen from Erica.

10 years ago:

1.) How old were you?
24

2.) Where did you go to school at that time?
I didn’t

3.) Where did you work?
For an international mining and earthmoving equipment manufacturer

4.) Where did you live?
Melbourne

5.) Where did you hang out?
At home

6.) Did you wear glasses?
No

7.) Who was your best friend?
Hmmm, I'd only just moved down here, so I didn't really have a 'best friend'. Maybe Lucy.

8.) Who was your regular-person crush?
My housemate, who soon after became my bf.

9.) How many tattoos did you have?
None

10.) How many piercings did you have?
None

11.) What car did you drive?
I didn’t

12.) Had you been to a real party yet?
Yeah…

13.) Had your heart broken?
Yes

14.) Single/Taken/Married/Divorced/Bitter:
Um.... in between?

Five years ago:

1.) How old were you?
29

2.) Where did you go to school?
Didn’t

3.) Where did you work?
In a private boys school

4.) Where did you live?
Somewhere else in Melbourne

5.) Where did you hang out?
At home

6.) Did you wear glasses?
No

7.) Who was your best friend?
Sara!!

8.) Who was your regular-person crush?
Sigh.... those were the days of Brett....

9.) How many tattoos did you have?
Still none

10.) How many piercings did you have?
None

11.) What car did you drive?
Nissan

12.) Had you been to a real party yet?
Yes…

13.) Single/Taken/Married/Divorced/Bitter:
Single-ish.

January, 2007:

1. How old are you?
34

2.) Where do you work?
For one of the largest mining and construction companies in the country

3.) Where do you live?
Yet another address in Melbourne

4.) Do you wear glasses?
Nope

5.) Who are your best friends?
Um, Sara. And Josie.

6.) Do you talk to your old friends?
No. Good in some ways, bad in others.

7.) How many piercings do you have?
None

8.) How many tattoos?
Two - and a fake Australian flag one on my arm, since it was Australia Day 'n' all.

9.) What kind of car do you have?
Still got the Nissan. Wish I had a Subaru tho!

10.) Has your heart been broken?
Yup.

11.) Single/Taken/Married/Divorced/Bitter:
Single......and bitter. LOL

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Blogger Mel said...

Uh oh.........

...stucksongitus!

:-P

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Saturday, January 27, 2007

Booked in!

There's a discount bookstore just down the road from where I work. We drive past it every Friday on the way to the pub for lunch and I keep saying I have to go in and check out what they have.

This weekend, they're having a sale. EVERY book is $4.99. UNbelievable! I spent an hour in there and came out with 15 books. Should have cost me just under $75. Somehow, it cost less than $60! I honestly don't know how, because the girl counted the books out in front of me and I watched her enter it in the cash register. Not that I'm complaining! I got about $435 worth of books for under $60.

My arms were breaking, or I would have bought more. The trouble is, now I have to find time to read them all. I need someone to point one of those laser thingies from MIB in my eyes so I forget there are cheap books near my work. I still haven't finished all the books I bought at the last book sale I went to!

The upside is, I now have good reason to never leave the house again. Well, till the next time they have a sale, anyway. Or maybe to go to work on Monday.

Here's my list (coz I know you really care! ha!)...

The Pyjama Girl Mystery, by Richard Evans
True story of a girl who was murdered in 1934.

Grandmother Wolf, by Patricia Tyrrell
A novel

In the Line of Fire, by Rex Sadler and Tom Hayllar
Stories of Australians at war from Gallipoli to Vietnam

Echoes of ANZAC, edited by Graham Seal
Stories and poems by Australians at war

Chain of Command (the road from 9/11 to Abu Ghraib), by Seymour M Hersh

Down Came the Rain, by Brooke Shields
About her PND.

Desert Children, by Waris Dirie
Her investigation of FGM in Europe. (I also want to buy Desert Flower.)

Tired of Being Tired, by Dr Moses Wong
Maybe reading this will help me sleep! Ha!

Three Day Road, by Joseph Boyden
A novel about WW1

Homeland, by Clare Francis
A novel set in 1946 just after the war.

I Have a Bed Made of Buttermilk Pancakes, by Jaclyn Moriarty
"A fairytale for grownups"

Extreme, by Sharon Osbourne
Her autobiography

Love My Rifle More Than You, by Kayla Williams
Former sergeant in 101st airborne

Minefields and Miniskirts, by Siobhan McHugh
Australian women and the Vietnam war

Hellfire, by Cameron Forbes
"The story of Australia, Japan and the prisoners of war"

Yep. There's a theme among some of those! I know! Sad, but true...military stuff intrigues me.

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Blogger Mel said...

*scratching head and using calculator*

Ummmm...that doesn't quite add up right.....

*scratching head*

Maybe there was a 'buy ten get a deal' deal?

I gotta say the Brit would enjoy most of those books.
*glancing at 'his' stack*

What's one more?
;-)

1:37 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oooh good thing we aren't down there or we'd have probably bought out the entire store. We go nuts up here with book prices (normally $20-$30ea) and usually end up going to Sallys or Vinnies to find ours. I forsee a giant shop on Amazon pretty soon!

10:13 am  
Blogger SJ said...

Sharon Osbourne's autobiography.. what a read that would be

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Friday, January 26, 2007

To talk, or not to talk

Relationships of any nature can be tough, didn'tcha know! Last week, my psychologist told me I didn't have to keep going to her, because she thinks I'm doing ok. Truth is, I don't think I am. Maybe I've come to rely on her being there to vent to. She has a way of making me feel good about the very things I beat myself up about. And I still have a lot of things to tell her and/or ask her.

She explained something so obvious that I am surprised I didn't figure it out years earlier. I was talking about my relationships (or lack thereof) with my sisters and how I felt closer to my middle sister after spending time with her at the wedding and at the airport when she moved to Perth. Dr Ruth (believe it, or not lol) said no wonder I was overwhelmed by the change in dynamics, because it's really the first time we've connected as adults and not as child/adult.

As a kid, circa 10 years old, my sisters had all moved out, gotten married, had kids, or all the above. I was a kid, they were adults. And they were gone. By the time I was their age, I was also gone, interstate, in the other direction. There was no opportunity for an adult/adult relationship to form. It makes sense that we don't relate. It makes sense that I never really got to know them, or them me.

I'm considering writing middle sister a letter. I feel like I am more able now to start to explain how and why I feel the way I do and why I am the way I am. But the idea scares me and I'm apprehensive about it. I won't say I think I should. (Dr Ruth says the word 'should' has an element of guilt attached to it and to try not to use it. "I should do the dishes now" versus "I could do the dishes now".) I feel as though I have to. And that's not guilt talking. It's more a compulsion and a matter of when it'll happen, not whether it will, or not.

Speaking of talking, I had a semi-talk with the anti-me last weekend. I told him I liked spending time with him, but I didn't want labels, or statuses, or complications of any sort. Neither does he. We both got out of relationships around the same time and neither of us are ready to be in one again. Besides, I don't think I could be in a real relationship with him - because he's so different than me. The amount of time we spend together (which is becoming most weekends now) suits me fine. Other than that, we text every couple of days and maybe talk once during the week.

The thing is, I like him. Not in a like like way. He's a good person. He's thoughtful, helpful and funny. Heck, he drove for an hour just to help me pick up a bookcase and bike from Ian's, deliver it to my place, have dinner and drive home again. I didn't ask him to. He offered. He still initiates most of our contact.

When I brought up 'the talk', he said he'd been expecting me to say something. Doofus. I smacked him on the head and told him it was such a guy thing to know 'the talk' was going to come, but make it my responsibility to bring up. I like him. I like that we get along great. I like that he's just a guy and doesn't pretend to be anything he's not. I like that he makes no apologies for being the way he is. I like that he lives an hour away...

It's making me comfortable. Meaning, I've been on the dating sites. I've contacted people and had people contact me. I've put off, stalled, or cancelled on everyone so far. I haven't met one person recently and it's because I just can't be bothered. Not ten minutes ago, I got a text from someone who sounds great, asking me to call him tonight. I have nothing to say. I will call though, because he's someone I'd like to meet. Thinking about meeting wears me out.

I'm just tired lately. It suits me to have my social group to do things with and mix with other girls. It suits me to have the anti-me around, but keep him at an emotional arms length. I don't want any more than that.

But I have to be careful, because I don't have much mental energy for more than those things right now and I don't think that'll be healthy if it stays that way too long.

Off to make that phone call now...

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Blogger Mel said...

You know me--I'm thinkin' it's perfectly okay to be where your feet are today.

I can't be bothered with some things either.
I figure when it's time for me to be bothered by them, I'll BE bothered? LOL


BTW--I'd keep Dr. Ruth....if nothing else--for the novelty. LOL

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Thursday, January 25, 2007

Yes, it was me.

I stole Ian's tv. In fact, I stole his tv, dvd, bookcase (including books) and much, much more. I even stole his bike to make a quick getaway, and had the anti-me come to help, in his truck ("monster truck, monster truck!"), just in case Ian got in the way of me absconding with his stuff.

I'm sad that you're going, Ian. The only way I'll be able to keep you 'near' is to have all your stuff. So I had no choice. I had to steal it. The anti-me is cool to hang out with, but it's not the same. You have to come back eventually, or I'll have to put a ransom on your banjo.

I did have a thought, though. If you're at a loss for things to do till Sunday, since I've taken all your worldly goods....you could always go next door and try to get Mr Crazy invite you in for a chat. Now, there's a challenge!

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Blogger monica said...

Aw.......

7:23 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Eeek, where's he off to? Are you being like a storage girl, or is it all yours now? (I hate when people in my life leave for whatever reason - the last time 2 very important people left, I cried for days)

12:07 am  
Blogger Mel said...

:-(

You must be really sad.....

((((((((((((E))))))))))))))



Did ya steal any good movies/music?
;-)

1:16 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Bummer :(

I hate leaving my friends and having friends leave me. It just plain sucks.

But at least you scored some goodies!

6:51 am  
Blogger E in Oz said...

He's going home to Ireland for a while. I'm babysitting some stuff, keeping some, and holding his banjo hostage, so he has to come back eventually.

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Thursday, January 18, 2007

More borrowed goodness

Thanks to Mel, an artist's impression of me, if I were a South Park character. Ok, mine. Not an artist's. Looks like me, don't you think? Although, I'm a little taller...but not much.

You're lucky I didn't post my first incarnation, complete with sword, lollipop, book, beanie and strange glasses. Why I thought some of those things represented me, I have no idea. Analyse that, Dr Phil!

Morph yourself here.

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Blogger Mel said...

*chuckling*

I had an anarchy symbol on my jammies.
Note that's a 'had'.

Now, ask you....who'd know me to be an anarchist?
(don't answer that. LOL)

I had great fun--even greater fun cuz I got to STEAL it!
No wonder people become professional thieves.

1:43 am  
Blogger SJ said...

How do you save it? It won't let me save pic as or anything.

4:34 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You know, I've seen these around in other places and they crack me up! I'm so glad to know where I can go now to do them myself!

5:37 am  
Blogger E in Oz said...

You have to print screen, put it into paint, save it, then crop it. Yes, complicated, I know. Had to read the help instructions to find out.

7:08 am  
Blogger monica said...

Hee hee!! Princess Leia hair and a light saber!!

1:30 pm  
Blogger Anonymous G said...

now, I KNOW this sounds strange, but.... it LOOKS like you!

;-)

xo

3:43 pm  
Blogger SJ said...

All it needs is a magnet down its butt ;)

9:34 pm  
Blogger E in Oz said...

LMAO! When you say it like that.....! Now people are gonna want me to 'splain myself! :-p

Attached to my underwear. Not stuck down my butt. That'd make it hard to walk...

LOL I'm gonna wear a burqa on Wed night.

9:46 pm  
Blogger SJ said...

Eve stole my TV, everybody...

12:37 pm  

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Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Meme Bookbook

I borrowed this from Erica.

The deal is you’re supposed to grab the nearest book to you, flip to page 123, find the fifth sentence on that page, and then blog the following three sentences.

This is mine...

"Only that he was thrown in the river by some bad acquaintances," said Daniel.

They had not yet taken their eyes off each other. This was one of those coded conversations in which both sides knew and meant a great deal more than they were saying.


I won't tag anyone, but if you do it, let me know! This is a good one!

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Blogger SJ said...

You reading The Bible?

7:01 pm  
Blogger E in Oz said...

How'd you guess? It was the reference to loaves and fishes, wasn't it? :p

7:48 pm  
Blogger SJ said...

Heathen!!

Daniel was the Lion's Den.

You're going to Hell ;)

9:11 pm  
Blogger monica said...

LOL, sounded like a Harlequin romance to me!!!

I'll snag this in a bit.

4:40 pm  
Blogger E in Oz said...

Haha, well 'Daniel' is an Israeli private detective and the second paragraph is actually two dodgy policemen. :p

http://www.allenandunwin.com/Shopping/ProductDetails.aspx?ISBN=9781741147100

10:45 pm  
Blogger Mel said...

*sigh*

:-/

11:15 am  
Blogger Anonymous G said...

I drank down a glass of cold water and took some aspirin. Don't be an idiot, I told myself. And yet.

(The History of Love...a novel by Nicole Krauss)

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Monday, January 15, 2007

Four things short n sweet

New blogger? Old blogger? I'm still using old blogger. Each time I log in, I feel like I'm behind the times. But is new better? Do I have to change? I'm not sure I want to just yet.

I like cinnamon. I didn't know this before. It's a recent discovery. I put it in my yogurt and tonight I'm putting it on a baked apple. I'll post a recipe for those who care to read to the end of this post. (Like me posting a recipe isn't a miracle in itself!)

Some dude used a pick up line on me in the grocery store last night. It was so lame, I couldn't think of a come back. He came up to me with a pack of meat in his hands that was clearly labelled "stir fry beef". He asked if he could use it in stir fry. I said yes. Next, he wanted me to help him select a sauce for it. I must have had my best 'don't care' look on my face, coz he gave up after that. I really dislike shopping. I go when it's late, so I don't have to deal with other people. I'm going to have to start going later.

I stayed at the house of the anti-me on Saturday night. It was eventful. A friend turned up. Then another. It got late. By 12.30 I was sitting in the lounge trying not to fall asleep. After the first two rounds of friends left, I told the anti-me that we were like the odd couple and I was suprised we even got along with each other. He agreed. He also agreed that it's nice having no complications. By 1am I was under blankets. By 1.30am he had another visitor - a friend who had had a fight with his wife and decided to sleep at the anti-me's house. By 6am, I was woken again by the boys getting the boat ready to go fishing. At least he made me a cup of tea. They left not much later. I went back to bed with a book (I travel prepared). I made breakfast and let myself out a few hours later.

If only I could have ice-cream with this. It's ready now, so I'm gonna go eat...(except for the cardamom, whatever that is...)

Baked Apples with Blueberry Jam

A delicious way to eat fresh fruit! The best apples to use at the moment are Red Delicious, Granny Smith, or Pink Lady.

Ingredients (Serves 4)

* 2 large apples or nectarines halved and stoned
* 1 teaspoon mixed spice
* 200 grams (7oz/0.4lb) blueberries
* 1/2 teaspoon stevia *(optional)
* 1 teaspoon cinnamon
* 5 cardamom pods crushed
* 1/2 vanilla pod split and scraped
* 1 cup water


Instructions:

1. Pre-heat oven to 180 degrees
2. Place apples or nectarines halves cut side up on baking tray. Sprinkle with mixed spice.
3. Cover with foil and bake 25-30 minutes until soft.
4. To make jam place blueberries, stevia, cinnamon, cardamom, vanilla pod and water into heavy based saucepan. 5. Cover and simmer 15 minutes, until fruit partially broken down.
6. Place apple or nectarine halves into serving dish top with Blueberry Jam.
7. Serve warm.

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Blogger SJ said...

Stir Fry. Got it. Must remember that one. I normally go up to a girl while holding a handful of purple fruit and ask her if she likes my plumbs ;)

Did your baked apple look lke the one in the pic? :)

9:24 pm  
Blogger E in Oz said...

Nope. It didn't. I got duped. The recipe says cut the apple, so I did. I should have looked at the picture and just cored it. Still tasted good. Just not as pretty as the photo.

The stir fry line might work....if the stuff you're holding doesn't actually say 'stir fry beef' on the packet. lol

9:30 pm  
Blogger SJ said...

Maybe I'll just walk up holding a Twix and ask her if she'd like a finger ;)

9:39 pm  
Blogger E in Oz said...

...or maybe not...! Anyway, Twix are not for sharing. Speaking of chocolate....Tim Tams Black Forest Fantasy! Mmmmm....

9:44 pm  
Blogger SJ said...

Haven't had Tim Tams in ages. Perhaps on my very last day in Melbourne I'll go sit by the Yarra with a packet, watch the people walk by and nibble on my indulgence :)

9:51 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well when I strolled on over here I certainly didn't expect that photo of sheer yumminess to be staring at me in the face - mocking me, tormenting me. Now I'm freaking hungry!!

I'm not a cinnamon girl myself, usually it's too hot for me and makes my eyes water. (But I love hot sauce and so much pepper you'd sneeze yourself silly, as I often do but I like sneezing...)

I love the pickup line!!! It's so cheezy (meaty?!) it's awesome! Do you know not ONE guy has ever used one on me? :( I always got the standard, "You wanna go out sometime?" routine. Sigh.

10:30 pm  
Blogger Mel said...

...omg..........

There's a recipe in E's blog.

*sitting down*

Someone shoulda warned me, dontchathink?

*fanning self*

10:15 am  
Blogger monica said...

LOL, I've always loved cinnamon. There's also a dress store out here which is called Cinnamon Girl, which started out with a red/pink/white theme. (They quickly expanded to cover more colors, though they stuck with a floral theme.)

Anyway, have you tried cinnamon toast? Two parts sugar to one part cinnamon on buttered toast... yummy!!!

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Thursday, January 11, 2007

No perks if ya lurks!

Erica, just coz you got me thinking of rhyming words, I had to use that title...and now my brain won't shut off trying to come up with new 'urk' or 'erk' words. Joy!

Now, who knew it was National Delurking Week? Apparently, everyone 'cept me and Erica. So, could you all please do us both a favour and go read her post (coz she said it better than me - although I've never been a hottie woodelf druid...). It'll open up in a new window, so you can comment on both our blogs at the same time.

Two for the price of one! C'mon, say hi!

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Blogger RisibleGirl said...

OH fine. I've been a long time lurker and will finally reveal myself.

Oh wait.

I guess I'm not 'officially' a lurker (although I do not comment every day, I do visit you every day!)

Oh, and I should read instructions, huh!

Blame it on the drugs.

Oh wait- I'm not on drugs.

5:02 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm not delurking, but I'm saying hi!! So... hi!!

6:41 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

LOL!

How many other words did you come up with? And now that you've promised it... what are the perks for your lurkers for them to delurk? :P

8:24 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ok, ok...I'm officially outing myself. I've been lurking for about 3 years. Well, actually only lurking for about 2 months - before that I was hangin'.

Still enjoying your blog. :)

-Sandy

12:13 pm  
Blogger Mel said...

*blushing*

Better a lurker than a stalker?
......right?

I don't really think I 'qualify' as a lurker.
But if I WAS a lurker I'd wanna prezzie for delurking!

Can I be a lurker and get a prezzie? :-D
Please?

5:16 pm  
Blogger E in Oz said...

Sandy!! So good to see you! I wondered WTF happened to you! (((hugs)))

Oh, and the perks for delurking? Me, saying, "Thanks for commenting!!".

;-)

.... What? You wanted more?!

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

I think a chocolate bar would be a nice perk. Or a mug that has your website url on it so it can't ever be forgotten unless the cat/dog/baby/drunk neighbour knocks the mug off the counter and it smashes into a million pieces. But I really like the chocolate perk idea the best!! HAHAHAH I *could* put a link on my blog and sticky it, that says "GO TO KALLIOPE's MUSINGS AND COMMENT TO RECEIVE A FREE CANDY BAR!!" (All the non Aussies would be all over you)

6:48 pm  
Blogger E in Oz said...

Mmmm cherry ripes! They don't have 'em anywhere else ('cept a tiny shop in SC that I'll probably never find again...).

Or "Mugs for Mugs". I'd have to hide them from my family and friends if I had my url on them. :-p

Or, what about just a framed photo of me? LOLOL

6:54 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm delurking, but I want a prsent for doing so...

10:02 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

YA SEE?! PRESENTS GIRL! It's all about the presents!! Besides, how do you *really* think all the "popular" blogs became so popular? ;)

Cherry ripes are delish...but imagine a little basket filled with bite sized chocolate candies such as picnic and mars and aero and ... oh, I said "a" candy bar in my original comment, didn't I? Clearly I didn't think the whole thing through.

11:06 pm  
Blogger E in Oz said...

Ha, well since none of you are technically lurkers ('cept for Sandy now), I'm not sure you qualify for perks.

Besides, surely it's perk enough just to know me? Ha!

12:56 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I don't think I'm any good at being a lurker ... I have too big a mouth and have to comment (most of the time)
You could start a new Club "Lurk for Perk" ...

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Gettin' down and dirty

Stranger things have happened.

In the middle of Feb, I'm (maybe) going away with a bunch of guys in my department for a 3 day camping trip up north. Caving, bush walking, fishing, bumming around doing not much of anything.

It'll certainly be an experience, if anything!

....that's if our boss doesn't notice that half our department want to take the same Monday off at once.

More later.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

I should just do a test here and see if I actually *can* comment - I've been trying for days and even though blogger tells me I've been successful, IT'S LYING!!!!!!

Anyway. Where up north you going? Like up north near me? :P Cause um, it's frackin hot and you'll sweat yourself into anorexia. Regardless, take lotsa water and mozzie repellant!

3:28 pm  
Blogger SJ said...

Sounds great. Camping rocks.

Hahaha I just realised that could be a pun :)

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Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Nothing to .... meet

You know that feeling when you go to the fridge, coz you're hungry, it's full, but nothing inspires you? So you open the cupboards, hoping for a different result, but get the same. You go back to the couch, empty handed, and still hungry.

I'm like that with the whole guy thing lately. Nobody's making me curious enough to even get up off the couch, let alone, open the fridge and try something. I just can't be bothered.

I'm supposed to go out tomorrow night to meet someone and I've been thinking of excuses since yesterday. I'll probably end up saying I'm not interested...but I am, a little. I just can't be bothered.

Could be why I like hanging out with the anti-me. There's no pressure.

It's all proving that I'm so not ready to get involved with someone at the moment, as much as I might think I might want to. I do, but I don't. It feels too much like hard work.

And why am I still not over T? I wish I was. Stupid things still hurt way more than they should. I hate that.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

For what it's worth, I'm still hurting over someone from almost 7 years ago. I've never really talked about him on the blog, but he's always in my mind and probably always will be. It's true that I've held onto our time together and I haven't let it go (which is probably why it still hurts) but for the moment I'm ok with that and I want it around. I try not to think about him or that time any more, some days are easier than others. Eventually the pain will lessen and things will be easier - it's the road getting there that sucks.

8:28 am  
Blogger monica said...

I'm the worst person to give advice about this because over the years, I've become the least sentimental person I know. (Not that I forget about them, just that I'm not hurt by remembering them.)

Then again, maybe it's because I keep finding these guys who FUBAR things so badly that I almost HAVE to trade up.

5:39 pm  
Blogger SJ said...

Difficult. Been there.

Difficult.

8:46 pm  
Blogger Mel said...

Silly me.....I don't know that it's an all bad thing to open the fridge and decide "pass!" and close it again.

NOT that I like you hurting......cuz I don't.
Pain is inevitable, misery is optional I'm told.

I won't protect my heart. (where've ya heard THAT before?!)

I think it's an okay thing to be right where your feet are, today.
It's based on reality and it's simply the circumstances today...not your destiny.
(where've ya heard THAT before, too?!!)

*HUGE hugs*
Cuz I can.....

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Sunday, January 07, 2007

Uh oh...

I'm finding myself semi-justifying certain aspects of the anti-me's lifestyle, that I don't like, because we get on well. I really don't like that I'm doing that. However, the more time I spend with him, the more I see that it's a good thing that I'm remaining unattached, emotionally. Possibly, we get on so well because of the above? There's less pressure.

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Blogger SJ said...

As Jerry Seinfeld said "everyone always gets on really well when there's no possibility of sex!"

Think this through carefully... if you bridge the gap you may not like the differences again at a later date.

7:21 pm  
Blogger E in Oz said...

You know, I think that's one of the rare serious comments you've posted on my blog. ;-) But, yeah, I know. I don't like his lifestyle, but I like hanging out with him. It doesn't add up. There's something to talk to the psych about in a couple of weeks!

9:43 pm  
Blogger SJ said...

Don't let the word spread, or everyone will want serious comments :)

9:52 pm  
Blogger Katie McKenna said...

lol.. SJ! Might ruin your rep.

Have a lovely day E. Simply listen to your deepest instincts when push comes to shove - I'm sure you'll be fine!

12:47 am  
Blogger Mel said...

...yikes.....

What SJ said--before he worried about his reputation.

2:44 pm  
Blogger monica said...

Well, I'd venture to guess that in the end, you may reconsider certain lifestyle choices, but the things about Anti-E which don't sit right will still bother the real-E if it really matters.

Doesn't mean you can't have fun in the meanwhile.

11:06 am  
Blogger SJ said...

See - this bugs me. It's unfair to people - both guys and girls - to "have fun" with them if you have no intention of it being serious.

11:30 am  
Blogger E in Oz said...

I don't think she meant it in that way, SJ. I think it was more like just keep hanging out and enjoy it for what it is....which is what I'm going to do for now.

11:56 am  
Blogger SJ said...

Maybe. I guess it depends on whether the line gets crossed then, between friendship and something more. Generally speaking, not referring to you in particular :)

2:25 pm  
Blogger SJ said...

Hahaha is it really obvious that girls have toyed with me and treated me like crap my whole life, to the point where I just don't trust anyone any more? :)

2:29 pm  
Blogger E in Oz said...

Yes, but I understand, coz I know what you've had to deal with recently.

2:37 pm  
Blogger RisibleGirl said...

Ya know... BJ was king of the anti-me on paper.

He smokes
He drinks (I didn't really, at the time heh)
He doesn't believe in God
He doesn't believe in the afterlife
He doesn't really have any spiritual beliefs, actually

We just seem to really "work" because the core belief that we both have is to be kind to people and respect other people's opinions.

So- sometimes the anti-'you' isn't necessarily a bad thing...

10:31 am  
Blogger Anonymous G said...

I was afraid of this...

Proceed carefully.

(but have fun!)

3:57 pm  
Blogger E in Oz said...

RG, I don't think it's a bad thing so much... but I don't know if it (he) is a good thing.

G, me too! :-/

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Family part 14 - More than one version of the truth

I've gained some interesting new insights into my family since my sister's wedding, mid December I haven't posted here at all about the sad and difficult drama my niece in Italy is going through...it's distressing me too much right now. All I'll say is that she needed money in a hurry and all I had was a credit card and I let her use whatever money was on it. That's put me in a difficult position, but she needed it more than me. Thankfully, my dad and middle sister have offered to give me money to ease the situation slightly for me, and assist my niece. Nobody else would have the desire, nor the inclination to do so. The next step is for me to organise to be POA for her, in case things in her life go more pear shaped than they are. I'll leave it at that, for now.

I realised the other day that youngest sister did not have a conversation with me the entire three days I was there for the wedding. Dad told me she didn't really speak much with him either, so I'm putting most of it down to cluelessness and focussing on the wedding.

Eldest sister, the manipulating sociopath, rang at 7am a few days ago. She was fishing for information, because there was no point to the conversation, as far as I could tell. She mentioned what '[youngest sister] did to mum over Christmas'. It was the third version of that particular event that I'd heard. Mum had been invited by youngest sister and her family to spend Christmas with them at their holiday home. The day after I came back here, mum was at youngest sister's house, spouting off about how dad had been physically abusive to her and how horrible he was (after she spent the weekend being nice to him and my step mum). My brother and youngest sister told her to stop the talk and they didn't want to hear it. Mum kept at it till eventually youngest sister told her to leave. No more was said about going away, till youngest sister's daughter went to mum's place and asked her to look after the cats while they were away.

Mum's version of events is that she was invited, then she was univinted, without being told so, and couldn't understand why. My brother's version of events is that mum was being a cow about dad and perhaps that was why she was uninvited.

Sociopath sister's version is that youngest sister is such a bitch to not take mum away with them for Christmas, with no explanation. I told her there was an explanation. She went on to side with mum and say how horrible dad was and even went as far as saying that dad beat her up, too. I said I found it hard to believe and told her of other situations in which mum had re-written history when it suited her. I know who the abuse came from when I was growing up, and it was most certainly not my father.

Fast forward to yesterday. Middle sister, new hubby and middle sister's son are moving to Perth. They had a 4 hour stopover here, so I went to say hi. It was supposed to be a quick visit, before I drove down to the anti-me's house to go see a movie. I ended up there (thankfully in the Qantas Club - yay for free food and drinks!) for a lot longer than I anticipated. In that time, I realised middle sister and I are more similar and have become closer than I'd thought. I think something clicked at her wedding - well the night before, when we spent some time with just the two of us (and her son).

We spent some time talking about my niece, the saga with my mum and Christmas, and growing up. She said she wished my brother and I hadn't had to deal with all that we went through. I asked her why nobody ever thought to have us live with dad. She said they tried and dad would have loved it. I didn't know that. She said when we were little, and mum and dad split, she said she wanted to stay with dad. Youngest sister said if middle sister was staying, so was she. Eldest sister, who apparently never got on with dad, wanted to stay with mum. Mum played the poor me card and kicked up such a fuss that the girls - and my brother and I - all went with her. Apparently, dad was devastated. I don't really get why nobody tried again to get us to live with dad when we were all a little older and the shit really hit the fan, but that's a question for another time.

Middle sister and youngest sister have always been very close and have lived with each other, or close to each other for most of their lives. Middle sister is a single mum who's always been independent and worked her butt off. Youngest sister has a hubby and a few kids, they both work, have an expensive house and other 'assets'. Although they get on great, middle sister feels the difference when it comes to gift giving times. She doesn't have all the income to spend on her son as youngest sister does. She'll spend maybe $200 altogether on him. Youngest sister will spend up to $1K or more on each kid (she has 4). Apparently, it's hard on middle sister's son, because he notices the difference too. Guaranteed he's more appreciative, though! Anyway, it was enlightening for me to see that what I thought was the perfect relationship between my two sisters maybe isn't all that perfect underneath, even though they're 'best friends'.

Yesterday was productive in that I learned (and confirmed) a lot about my family that I was previously unsure about. I also have a better appreciation of middle sister. She's always been the more friendly (less selfish) of the three and I'm glad I got to spend some more time with her. She also made a very generous and selfless gesture with regard to my niece in Italy as well, that totally blew me away. She's a much better person than I ever gave her credit for. Maybe I've always been tarring her with the same brush as youngest sister (guilty by association?) and that's been unfair.

Either I'm growing up, I'm mellowing, or something else changed, but it feels good to feel a little closer to just one person in my family. I can look at certain circumstances now and have validation that "it's not just me". I always hoped that. Now I know.

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Blogger Mel said...

THIS one, I know.
We didn't 'talk' about stuff in the family--the infamous 'don't talk' rule stayed with me for a very long time.
When I finally did put it out there I was amazed that one sister validated a whole host of things.
It wasn't 'just me'.
I wasn't 'nutz'.

I have the bestest relationship with my sister today--more than I dared hope for.

It's a very cool thing to discover you're not crazy.

2:42 pm  
Blogger SJ said...

Eve, you need to put Mel's last sentence above on a plaque above your bed ;)

6:44 pm  
Blogger E in Oz said...

Haha, what you tryin' to say to me, huh?

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Saturday, January 06, 2007

Escape from Al-cat-raz

I slept in my lounge last night, because there was a cool breeze coming through the back doors and I thought it might make me sleep better in the heat. One of my cats woke me in the night, wanting to go outside, so I opened the door slightly and went back to bed.

A while later, there was some commotion in the dark. Every now and then, she likes to play soccer with whatever is around at the time. Generally, it's one of my shoes or a sock. After listening to her for a while and her ignoring my pleas to shut up, I got up to see what she was fussing over. She was playing with a tiny lizard that she'd brought inside. I was quite surprised, because neither of my cats are very good at catching anything. (Although, when I was living with the stranger, they both used to bring marsh frogs into the house and we'd have to walk them down to the lake and let them loose. They never killed any that I knew of.)

So, I rescued the little lizard, took him outside, and sent him on his way.

Five hours later, I was sitting here posting on a message board when something caught my eye. It seems my girl was busy last night, but one of her little toys got away...and was hiding in my shoe. I saw him doing a bit of an area survey to see if it was safe to leave, so I thought I better help him out.

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Blogger Mel said...

Awwwwww....what a cute little lizard!

You coulda kept him and named his Spot!

I will remain grateful that the kitty did no damage to Spot...and celebrate that you're Spot-free!

(I'da kept him.....LOL)

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Blogger E in Oz said...

They're funny little things. Their feet are so sticky. At first, he wouldn't go freely into the garden and I couldn't get him unstuck from my hand. Eventually, he got the idea that it was safe to go.

If I had space, or thought I would look after them well enough, I might think about keeping bigger lizards. These guys are too scared though, and if you handle them too much their tails fall off.

9:33 am  
Blogger Mel said...

:-(

We'd have to call him 'Stumpy' then.....somehow that's not as fun as 'Spot'.

Suddenly I'm glad you freed 'Spot'.

Be FREE little Spot--live happily in the garden!!

I'm glad we didn't haffta rename him.......

2:13 pm  
Blogger Anonymous G said...

We have lots of lizards around here...but none has made it into my house. They like it on my patio. And so do I. tyvm. ;-)

(not that i don't think they're CUTE, i just don't want them scurrying around my feet. in my house. kwim?)

4:34 pm  
Blogger SJ said...

Of course you know I would have wanted you not to see it, and to put your shoe on... then wonder what the wriggly thing was against your toes :)

9:48 am  
Blogger SJ said...

PS I am sick to death of that bloody Optus "Simple Life" advert on TV...

9:51 am  
Blogger E in Oz said...

I'd rather have a lizard in my shoe than a spider. I saw a spider crawl into one of my bags the other day and disappear. Needless to say, I haven't used that bag since, and it's going to be taken outside to be fumigated.

Oh,and I hate just about anything to do with Optus....the stranger worked for them, then I had all that trouble over my phone bills, now their stupid, constant ads...they're out to torture me. The thing that amuses me now though, is that I'm in charge of paying their (big!) bills at work and their contact is soooo nice to me! Ha!

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Friday, January 05, 2007

Firey

The fires that started burning more than 5 weeks ago are still burning. The weather this week has been damn hot, too.

Today, I was at work (yes, technically on my holidays), with nice, cool airconditioning. My mood, however, was not nice or cool at all. I got there around about 9am and by 10am I was so angry and frustrated that I was ready to just walk out the door and go home. I keep finding out things I should have, or need to know, that the woman whose job I've taken over was meant to show me or give me. Just before Christmas, she said to me, "Oh, you haven't been told all the things you're supposed to do, have you?" No, you stupid woman, coz YOU are the one who was meant to show me. Anyway, it's making my job very difficult to do, and if there's one thing I really cannot handle, it's other peoples' incompetence negatively impacting me.

I didn't realise I looked as stressed out and pissed off as I felt. That is, until one of the women in the accounts department brought me some scones with jam and cream. She said later that they really thought I needed it, coz I don't normally walk around looking like I'm going to throttle someone.

There was also another woman from our Sydney office who was busting my butt. Lady, if you ask for something to be sent the day before Christmas, then everyone goes on holidays for two weeks, it ain't my fault if you haven't got it yet. Not to mention, I'm here on my break trying to make your life easier for next week! I sent her an email saying all that in a little more politically correct terms. The tone of the rest of her emails was much more pleasant after that. So were mine.

I calmed down after lunch at the pub with the guys. Enough to forget that I'd called Government Dude about my taxi drama and he hadn't returned my call. That's ok. I got lots done today, so I'll have plenty of time to keep calling him till I get through on Monday.

The anti-me called while I was at work, so I rang him back when I got home. We were going to go to the zoo tomorrow, but it's going to be too hot to walk around all day in the heat. Not to mention, he had a point when he said all the animals will be hiding in the shade too, so there's no point wandering around looking at signs about what might be in the enclosures and not see any actual animals. So, we've got plans to make no plans. Fine by me.

Oh, dammit. Speaking of things firey, I forgot to ask him if his burnt boy bits had healed. Can't be good to have burnt skin on your boy bits when you're working outdoors in heat like this! Hehe. Poor bastard ain't gonna live that down any time soon.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

Happy New Year ... hope it cools off soon. We have the opposite prob here. Meant to be summer and we are freezing our butts off.
Burnt boy bits??? I'd like to see a photo of that ...

8:12 pm  
Blogger E in Oz said...

Haha, well I'm not sure I wanna be up close and personal with skin-free boy bits, but um, I'll ask if you like. LOL you never know, if I tell him you're a fellow Kiwi, he might oblige.

9:43 pm  
Blogger SJ said...

Guys will do anything to get their bits out for a girl ;)

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Blogger E in Oz said...

Is that so?!

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Tuesday, January 02, 2007

The squeaky wheel got a response!

I just received this email in response to my little complaint about my taxi dramas the other night.

Dear E,

Would you be kind enough to contact me on the numbers supplied below to discuss the appalling service you received.

Sincerely,

Government Dude
Investigations/Compliance


Wonder what he wants to discuss. Giving me my money back? Offering me a high paying job ridding the taxi service of dodgy drivers? Making me a secret passenger, marking their customer service skills? Hmmm....

Stay tuned...

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Blogger SJ said...

Wait - you mean his name is Government Dude and he works for the Government?

::shakes head::

The irony of it... ;)

Excellent developments though! Will be interested to see what comes next...

2:25 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I vote for the secret passenger dealie! Get him to give you a crate of mace too, so you can spray the ones who really need it. ;)

!!!!!Happy (belated) New Year!!!!! to you too :D

2:36 pm  
Blogger Mel said...

Boy.......dunno....... I mean, I'd go into it very suspicious simply cuz of my distrust of the 'dude' word. You add 'government' to it and I'd run the other way!

;-)

1:12 am  
Blogger SJ said...

Dude, how can you handle this heat??

12:17 pm  
Blogger E in Oz said...

Air conditioning, my friend. I'm at work! (Although with the amount of ungrateful people I've dealt with today, I feel like I should have stayed home...I didn't *have* to be here...)

12:45 pm  
Blogger SJ said...

I am actually standing right beside the freezer with the door open, trying to get cool. It isn' working.

2:56 pm  
Blogger SJ said...

::sigh::

you're in grave danger of being relegated to the lower grouping :)

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Monday, January 01, 2007

Still drinking...

It's highly unusual that I will drink a lot. Moreso that it's almost 8pm on NY day and I still have a glass of baileys in front of me.

I had a great night last night. Thankfully, I only got seriously hit on by one guy who thought he'd rub me in so many places that I asked him if he thought he was applying my sunscreen. It took an insult or three to get rid of him. The only person I was in any way attracted to was a girl in our group. That's a bit of a concern and shows the distinct lack of male talent that was out where we were.

I stayed in a hostel with 5 other girls and one guy from my social group. Not including all the alcohol we had on the floor, picnic-style, in our dorm room, I spent $2 on alcohol all night...and that was for vodka jelly shots. The rest was free drinks and lots of bottles of water. I didn't take my camera with me, but a number of people did and there were some great shots taken. I will post them when I get copies.

We had pizza and gelati for dinner, then finger food all night, which is just as well. The Twisties and basil dip we had before we left the hostel didn't really constitute 'dinner'. I won't even try to list all the alcohol I had...I still can't believe it myself. Those of us who left from the hostel were pretty much gone before we got to the venue. I was worried how I'd deal with the night when I was feeling....less than peachy... at about 9.30pm. However, all was good and I was pretty much back to normal before midnight.

The interesting development of the night was the frequent text messages from Mr Sonotright. It appears the boy is more keen than I thought....or maybe it was just 'the moment', or something. He certainly wasn't drunk when he sent his messages. He only had one drink the entire night and called me at 4.30am and was more coherent than I think I (and the rowdy mob in my room) was. Either way, it was nice, even if I can't see myself getting emotionally attached to him.

Those of us in the hostel finally got to sleep around 5am. Somehow, we managed to be out of the room by midday and went out for breakfast in one of the restaurants in the casino complex. (Oh, don't get me started on the number of kids sitting outside the casino, without parents, in the early hours of the morning!!! Talk about child abuse!!!)

We were met by some others who had been out with us last night and had a great breakfast/lunch. They're really a nice bunch of people and I'm glad I've met them. I'm booked into eleven events with them over the next couple of months, including pizza on the beach, a karaoke night, high tea at the Sofitel, Killing Heidi at the zoo, and Miss Saigon in March.

I got home close to 5pm tonight. Considering I got picked up by one of the girls at 4.30pm yesterday, it's been more than 24 hours of socialising and partying. I think it was a NYE about 9 years ago that was the last time I did something like that...except that I was sooo far gone that it hurt to open my eyes at 2pm the next day.

I really needed this weekend. Mr Sonotright just called to say I have an open invite to catch up with him this week. I said I'd take his dogs (two rotties) walking in the park with him.

I think it's going to be an interesting 2007!

Happy New Year!

"To have a new beginning, something else has to end." from Apocalypto

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Blogger SJ said...

Da one of the new year and Eve is batting for the other team. Guess it will be an interesting year after all ;)

Of course your new beginning of having to do all these things is to make up for the ending, of me leaving the country. Yes, yes, I know, it's a hard thing for all Australians to come to terms with haha

Do you really want to be quoting Mel Gibson...?

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Blogger E in Oz said...

LOL! Well, I'll choose a girl with nice eyes over a gropey guy any day...well any day I've had a lot to drink anyway.... Hmmm... I'll quit while I'm ahead now...

Um, yeah, I'm still all bitter about you going, but hey, I'll be over it by the time you get back. :-p

As for the MG quote, I thought about that, but I decided I liked the quote enough to be able to reconcile the source.

9:07 pm  
Blogger SJ said...

"I'll choose a girl with nice eyes over a gropey guy any day...well any day I've had a lot to drink anyway..."

Hmm, I see... interesting... so does that mean you don't mind a gropey guy when you're sober?

Good to keep in mind for the next movie we go see haha ;)

Did you go see Apocolypto or do you just know the quote?

9:21 pm  
Blogger E in Oz said...

Haha, I have to be so careful what I say around you, don't I? Gropey guys are worse when you're sober.

Heard the quote on a tv ad just when I was finishing typing the post. Timing...

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Blogger monica said...

LOL. Well, I can't imagine women are any less complicated than men... although I've got another nutcase on my hands. So maybe they really are all neurotic.

Sounds like you had a great weekend. Happy New Year and many more to come!

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Blogger Anonymous G said...

Cheers! and Happy New Year!

xo

4:58 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sounds like a blast and I hope your 2007 is an amazing year!

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Blogger E in Oz said...

Hey girls! I gotta say, if 2007 keeps me in touch with you & Sara, Mel, RG, A and everyone else, I'll be happy. You're such good friends and I thank you for that.

xxx

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