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Lucky I went to bed at a reasonable hour last night, because Barry the Mortgage Valuer was early. I hate having someone here poking around though! It’s strange and creepy! Don’t get me wrong, Barry was lovely, but I just hate someone poking through all my stuff. He was opening cupboards and drawers, nodding, taking notes and photos. I’ve got the added joy of my Landlord doing an inspection on Friday, and then she’s gonna be here all day in the garden she reckons. I’ve always got along well with my Landlord in the past, but the way she’s handled this whole situation of wanting her house back has been really crap. It’s bullshit. I understand that her circumstances have changed and we’ve tried to be accommodating of that, but she cuts us no slack in return. It’s like she feels she doesn’t have to honor her end of the lease, but we have to honor ours. And then there’s the emails. Ugh. They’re really intimidating. The fun of dealing with a private rental, I guess!

I spent time in the backyard this afternoon playing bat tennis with Timmy’s little boy. He’s about to turn 3. It’s like he’s  growing out of that terrible two’s stage and has become a real little person. He’s started to call me Pruey in the last week. He must have heard the others call me it. It’s very cute! I always just thought he was tolerating me, but I think the kid might actually have fun with me, perhaps even like me!  We hung out and drew dinosaurs and pictures of each other (don’t you love how all kids draw just a circle for a body/head combo and some sticks coming off the side for limbs? It’s universal!) It’s his birthday this week, so I’ll make a cake for the weekend, maybe with Thomas the Tank Engine on it. Oh fuck, that sounds like a CakeWreck waiting to happen. Perhaps I’ll just pick up a Mudcake at IGA and put a sparkler on it. Kids love sparklers. Plus, fat kids love cake so everyone’s a winner.

I hung out with Other Tim Friday night. I was gonna go to my olds for Turkey but we pushed it to this weekend, coz the old man hasn’t finished the bathroom renos and he didn’t wanna break stride. So we kicked it here and watched an arseload of Simpsons and I finally got a chance to watch the 7up episode I’d wanted to see for ages. I love it when they flash back to young Homer and the crew. Basically, any Simpsons episode where they reminisce about coming of age with snippets of them as youngsters is a fave of mine.  “It says NO HOMERS, we can have one!”

Speaking of the renos, so far…. my folks neighbour got trapped under the house and freaked out and they had to cut him out of the floor which set back the progress substantially, the cat got under the house and freaked out…no cutting out was required, dad hammered straight into a pipe, which sent water flowing everywhere, mum sliced open her hand… it’s basically gone exactly as anticipated. Well, I’ll admit, I didn’t predict the neighbour getting trapped under the house and losing his shit…that caught me off guard! But my family know well enough to anticipate that if something can go wrong, it will. It happens everywhere we go, and with everything we’ve done for the last 27 years. Our surname should have been Murphy. We don’t even get annoyed about it anymore, we just laugh about it coz shit always fucks up so predictably.
I will be excited, however, when the bathroom is finished. It means when I return to Casa di Parentals, there will be 2, count’em, two, toilets. And a shower with actual water pressure! The folks had gravity fed hot water until about 2 months ago, and I swear, it was like pensioner with a bung prostate pissing on ya. I don’t know how my mum put up with it for so long! She’s so excited to have a new bathroom! And just in time for my outer south eastern sabbatical too! How convenient!

Fuck, okay, it’s late and I wanna get up tomorrow and pull some more weeds in the garden. It was so nice getting out in the sun today and doing some gardening, I have the bug now. I even had the thought “Hrmm perhaps I should ask Santa for a mower!” What the fuck? When did I start wanting lawn tools for gifts?! Mower, pfft. I’m officially a grown up. Argh! I’m headed to check the closet for monsters and then I’m hittin up Snoozeville.

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Life can be a royal pain in the cunt. I got an email from my Landlord today telling me we need to be out of the house. She’s sending a notice to vacate. I don’t know how long we’re going to have, but the 5th of Sept would, apparently, be ideal for her. Umm, that’s in 14 fucking days. Are you for real?  I have no idea what we’re going to do. But as you can imagine, I’m in a bit of a tizz about it.

My Gallbladder is useless. Absolutely rooted. I’ve eaten like 4 bits of toast, half a bread roll and some pasta salad in the last week. I’m actually kind of hungry at the moment for the first time in days, but I’ve gotta be really careful about what I eat when I feel like this. I’ll err on the side of caution and break out another piece of toast and see how it goes. Actually, I got a glass of water instead. I don’t want to be up all night in agony so yah…water it is. Filling and no horrible side effects! You know it’s bad when I’m into the water and not the Coke.

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I feel like I’ve been really busy the last few days, when in actual fact they haven’t really been that busy but they have been relatively stressful.
The weekend was hot as fuckery, so there was a lot of swimming and a lot of sitting around on the couch complaining about said heat.
Then Loz got sick on Sunday night so we went to the Sandringham Emergency Department. It sucked. After 22 hours in there, they finally transferred her to the Freemasons Epworth. For Loz there was a lot of pain and morphine. For me there was a lot of sitting around at the end of her bed watching her sway in and out of conciousness.
She’s home now, feeling better and almost back to her old self.

Here’s a list of things that are annoying me lately-

• Sandringhams Emergency Department and the lack of empathy from any of the nurses. Don’t get me wrong, I know nurses are hard working underpaid folks, but seriously, they were so busy trying to swap shifts with eachother so they could get to Robbie Williams concert, they couldn’t be arsed attending to most of the patients. A strongly worded letter will be sent to the appropriate people about the whole Sandy ED debarcle.
• If you don’t live here, and someone who lives here doesn’t have a place on the couch, get the fuck up and let them have a seat. It’s really rude to let the people who actually pay rent here sit on the floor instead of their own couches.
• Bills, bills and more bills. Where are they coming from!?!?
• Distance
• Cat food that gets stuck on the kitchen lino
• My shitful mattress. It both sucks and blows. The purchase of a new mattress is getting imminent.
• Arseholes who leave bottles and rubbish on my beach. Take it home with you fuckers.
• My broken drawer.
• Nate continually downloading ridiculous amounts of crap onto my PC.
• My diminishing friendship with Greg.

Likewise, here’s a list of things I’m digging at the moment-

• Having a dog around the house. His name is Elvis and we’re dog sitting for 8 weeks. He’s so fun to have around and he’s been so wonderfully behaved. I know, after only having him for a few days, that I will cry when he leaves.
• The fact that the presences of a dog in the house has forced the kitties to band together to form a badarse feline army for their own preservation. I love it!
• The nurse at the Epworth last night. She was a gem and made Loz’s stay in hospital just a bit easier.
• Sitting in Loz’s hospital room last night and having 2 horn players, 2 singers and a real live Santa clause march into the room and perform Silent Night. It was entirely surreal! Plus it came with lollies from Santa! It was the cats pajamas!
• Hanging out with Michael. He’s so easy to be around and he makes me laugh. It’s really awesome to have a new friend.
• Club Dark “Mild and Creamy” chocolate. So good it makes me moist.
• Living with Nate and Loz.
• The beach!

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Some essential reading in dot point form, purely because I’m so tired, but wanted to update. Perhaps there will be some ellaboration when I’m not so apathetic.

• I drank for the first time in 5 years tonight. Well, there was that unfortunate incident with the fruit dessert I made a few months back, but that was unintentional drinking, as I thought the alcohol that I poured over the strawberries would refridgerate out. I now know otherwise.
  Anyway, Nate and I drank tonight. I had 5 cowboys. It’s now about 5 hours later, and I still feel fucked. I had my first official AGB in about 7 years. It was everything I’d remembered.
• Nate and I have been fighting heaps lately. It’s sucking major arse.
• I feel queasy from the grog. Ugh.
• I’ve spent the past few days with Loz. She was in hospital over the weekend for surgery, so she had the week off work and I’ve been keeping her company. I was so glad to spend some one on one time with her. We hadn’t done that for ages, and I really loved hanging out with her.
• Got the cats desexed the other day. Their poor little balls. Well, actually the had huge balls…but not anymore. They’ve been all sooky since, and Chucky has been even more affectionate than normal, if that’s possible.
• Getting the cats desexed pretty much sucked us dry of any money we had. The whole money issue at the moment is worrying me heaps. Things were so much easier before we started sharing money. Now I feel like I have to account for every cent I spend. I’ll be glad when everything is paid up to date, and we can go back to having our own seperate finances again. I mean it worked out well for a while, but just recently Nate and I have had a few arguments about it and it’s just not something I want to argue about.
• I’m feeling increasingly queasy from the grog.
• I’m becoming a dab hand at making pancakes. I’m just letting the word go forth.
• I spent a great arvo with my mum Saturday. I’ve missed our time together alone. We went to Spotlight and then to Parkmore and had a coffee and talked. Things are shithouse for her right now and I just wish I could wrap her up in cottonwool and punch the arseholes that are taking her job away from her square in the face. I don’t know how I can help, but I can’t stand to see her so down.
• Columbo decided crapping in the clothes hamper is a good idea. It’s not.
• I have a few other things on my mind, but I’ll go into them when I’m not feeling so much like I’m going to vomit down my shirt.

Remind me how I don’t drink before I agree to a cowboy, please.

Prue

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