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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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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 spending this arvo with my mama. It’s her birthday in 2 days. We’re going out for dinner on Saturday night to celebrate. gtg.

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Sweet merciful jesus on a pogo stick, my mum is okay. She called me this afternoon after getting off the phone with the doc and it’s all okay. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that kind of relief. Even after getting my own ‘no cancer’ results back a month ago, I wasn’t as relieved as what I was in that second when my mum said “He says it’s okay”.

To those people who sent me good vibes on my mums behalf, I can’t thank you enough. Even though I may not have seemed grateful this last week, I really have been. I’ve just been so sick with worry that I couldn’t even articulate most of what I had to say. So thank you for keeping the mothership in your thoughts.

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It might seem odd to say that the day I spent at the Funeral was really enjoyable, but it’s true. My family are strange, we do a good funeral. There’s a lot of us (extended family), there’s generally a lot of booze at our wakes (Irish Catholics) and a lot of standing huddled around smoking cigarettes outside of the Church (Odd we haven’t had more Lung Cancer deaths). We snigger when the organist is out of key (She was…and badly). We sigh at having to kneel (The Priest was new and took ages coz he wasn’t sure what he was doing). And afterwards, we eat a veritable fuck tonne of food (aunt so and so’s famous recipe for whatever) and talk a lot of shit (Did you see so and so? God, time has not been kind to them. Who’s that bloke over there? Is he one of our mob?).

I met and have since forgotten the names of plenty of family members I’m sure I won’t see until someone else dies. But everyone was so lovely. I thought I’d feel awkward, given my limited exposure to my relatives, but I felt really at home. How strange is it when you can look at someone you’ve never met, but know instantly that you’re related coz you share a similar feature? Or just because you sense a kinship with that person? That is some wierd shit right there. It kind of sparked a desire in me to want to get to know my extended family better, which works out well coz I’m starting by having lunch with my Aunt and her two kids on Sunday. I haven’t seen her since her kids were little, now they’re 12 and 14, so it’ll be like meeting them for the first time really. I’m really looking forward to getting to know them. Obviously if they’re related to me, they’re bound to be superstars.

Best part of the day was getting to spend a day with the Mothership just hanging out. Mawsy is awesome.

Roadtrips are serious business.

My ankle is still sore! I should have put a packet of frozen peas on it when I got home yesterday, but instead I hobbled around the supermarket for half an hour on it. I don’t think that did it much good haha

Having the olds around on Sunday for lunch. Admittedly, I organised it because I thought it was Mothers Day this Sunday…but turns out, that’s next weekend. My dad thought it would be hillarious to not tell me that I’d screwed the dates up so he could score 2 free lunches out of me. Either way, I said they should still come for lunch and I’ll put the old man to work mounting the tumble dryer on the wall in the laundry.  (Using the term ‘mount’ in a sentence regarding my father kinda creeps me out!)

I’ve decided to stick some outfits that I don’t wear anymore on Ebay. They’re all outfits that I love, but they just don’t fit me anymore. I’m devestated to have to part with my leopard print skirt but it’s way too big on me now. I bought it about 18 months ago when I was 21kg heavier, and it was too big even then…so no amount of pinning can save it. I think I’ll use the money I make from selling them to buy a dress by this amazing dress maker on Etsy, Jane BonBon. She makes the most beautiful dresses and they’re custom made…I’ve been lusting after one for ages.

I’m reading this great book for my course called Hearts and Hands…it’s more of a Midwiffery book, but it’s fantastic. I can’t wait to attend my first delivery! You know it’s a bangin Friday night when you’re doing school work      Have a good one

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In the past few weeks, I’ve recieved the most fabulous gifts from people and they’ve all been incredibly unexpected… Let me share them with you.

These are from Lauren. How sweet is it that she would think of me while she was in Tassie over the weekend? She got these at the Markets with an incling I’d like them. What she didn’t know is that I fucking love them! 4 Elvis 45rpms! They’re in beautiful condition, and I’m thinking about framing the album art and putting it up in my bedroom. I couldn’t believe she’d be so fantastic as to think of me while she was away! I think I hurt my face from smiling so much!

What you’re looking at here is that big arse piece of wood that is sitting on my dining room table. There’s a strange little story behind this.
Friday night, Nate and I were using the Dryers at the Laundromat. From out the back of the shopfront appeared some dude who was obviously enebriated, who introduced himself and told us he lived behind the shop. He invited us inside while we waited for our clothes to dry, and took us on a tour of his house. Turns out he’s a wood worker and had some absolutely beautiful pieces to show us.
While Nate went up on the roof of his house to check out the view, as he’d encouraged us to do, I’m SO not a ladder person so he stayed downstairs with me. He tried to pash me while I was standing there with him, and when I kindly turned him down, he kissed me on the cheek and continued with the rest of the tour. It was piss funny coz he was absolutely plastered, and by the time we left I don’t think he even remembered I’d turned him down, because he came out with this massive chunk of Cedar as a gift for me. It was really very sweet, and the wood is beautiful. I have no idea what I’m going to do with it, but hey… I got wood!

This is my fabulous “TOOLBOX IN A DRAWER”, a gift to me from my Dad. Admittedly, I almost fell off my chair when he told me he had a gift for me, as this is the first thing he’s ever bought me without prompting or occasion since I was 13, and he brought me home an ELVIS numberplate.
I absolutely love it, and now I have 2 hammers and a whole bunch of screwdrivers and ALAN KEYS! It even comes with a box cutter (hehe Box!) and a little torch!
My dad was so excited to hear how much I liked it! Although I’ve been told it will be a cold day in Hell before I get my hands on the keys to his garage!

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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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