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I get home from running into Foodworks around the corner, and there’s a message waiting on MSN that says “How was Foodworks?” Embarrassingly enough, a guy I know from the net saw me while I was roaming around the bread section………. IN LEGGINGS, with wet hair plastered to my head like a helmet. Awesome.

I feel fucking shithouse today. Seriously, like just really flat and depressed and miserable. I’m sick in the tummy which has probably exacerbated it.
Ugh, I just want today to be over.

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If you check out my new Flickr pics, you'll see the Bathroom my dad renovated. The olds had one of the worst bathrooms you'd ever seen, (go, look at the pics, I'll wait), see what I mean? It is now officially an awesome bathroom, so I thought I'd show it off. The Old Man and the Mothership worked their arses off on the job, but it totally paid off. Doing it themselves made it a looooong, tedious and at times, insane project but they saved a stack of cash that they can now put towards the Kitchen reno, which is going to be a fairly big undertaking that will probably need Contractors.
So here's cheers to the efforts of the Parentals and their job well done!

I've been comfortable on a mattress on the floor, since I got here 2 weeks ago but I have to put my bloody bed together tomorrow night otherwise it's going to be a cunt to get up and down off the ground after my op on Friday. Boo. I actually really like a mattress on the floor. I know it's pretty dodgy, but it provides the perfect sitting space to perch at the PC. Once I no longer need the bed, it's outta here and back to living like a filthy hippy.

4 more sleeps til I go for my operation! Tomorrow morning I have my Pre-Admission clinic for 3 hours. I don't know what they're gonna do that takes 3 hours? How long can it take to explain the op, risks and weigh me for anesthetic? Not that I'm complaining, just have no idea why it takes 3 hours but whaddya gonna do eh? I'm starting to get just a liiiiiiiiiiiiiitle bit nervous, not about tomorrow but Friday.

Okay, gotta hit the sack so I'm awake for this thing in the morning. Must find phone and charge it so I have some sort of alarm!

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I’m home again, home again, jiggidy jig. And it’s lovely! It’s such a relief to be out of that place, in all honesty. It had just become a real downer by the end with the house going up for sale and it throwing everyone into chaos. Inspections and walk throughs and all that kinda bullshit. Being here is like taking a huge big breath in a way. I feel calmer, which is always welcome. I miss the gang though. It’s so strange to email them, or talk on the phone as opposed to a gossip at the kitchen bench. Fun though

Moving, as it always will be, was a total cunt. 7am Friday – 2am Saturday = Big fucking day. Go figure a Volvo can move so much shit??

I’m on the short notice list for my surgery, which means I have to go tomorrow and buy a nightie and some undies and a bag for hospital, just in case I get called in quickly. I’m torn between a nanna nightie and Peter Alexander.

So tired, need to sleep. Gotta be up early.

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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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I’m so impatient. I’m waiting to hear back from a real estate agent about a place we applied for yesterday. I keep bugging her on the phone so hopefully she’ll just get annoyed and give it to us to get rid of me! Haha I wish!
Last night we went round to Ky and Adams place with Teeds. Was really good to catch up. It’s Ky’s birthday on Saturday so we’re supposed to be going out somewhere in Acland St, which means I’ll have to sort through this god forsaken mass of clothes to find a frock to wear! How I’ve managed to accumulate so many clothes is beyond me! I swear I only ever wear the same 3 tops, and the same few pairs of jeans and skirts! Perhaps it’s time to have a clean out.

Mum is burning incense…it smells so good!
I can’t get that Kelly Clarkson “Because of you” Song out of my head. And I only know about 3 lines of it, so it’s getting really annoying!

I don’t really have much else to say I’m afraid. My site is down, they’ve obviously realised that we were no longer using that account and deleted it. I’ll put it back up once we move and start using Iprimus again.

Anyhoo, hope you’re all doing well.

Love Prue

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