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Used to, a while ago now though. Past tense. *heart siezes* He did. But now…He used past tense. No absolution anymore, but maybe resolution. At least I know where I stand now. Makes it easier to move on.

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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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Two people I care about lost someone they loved, in two respective incidents over the weekend. One of them was a father who died in his sleep and was discovered by 2 of his youngest children, Fathers Day morning. How is that fair? It’s hard when you can’t work out why life takes the path it does. Life changes so quickly and when you least expect it.

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Went for 3rd ultrasound today. Presence of Gallstones detected! Huzzah for the busted GB. Doc on Monday will organise when I’ll go to hospital. Hopefully sooner rather than later, coz otherwise it’s going to coincide with moving house and that’ll be a royal pain in the arse.
Ultrasound today was much less unpleasant and pokey than the others have been. The other Radiologists have dug the scanner thing so hard into my ribs they hurt for days after! This bird was much gentler, but I did get tired of hearing her say “Big breath in…hold hold hold hold hold hold”. I got it after the first hundred times she asked me to hold my breath, but she wouldn’t stop repeating it. She did, however, have a soothing accent.

Got to hang out with the Mothership today. I love the time we spend together, out in the Sun with the ‘little boy’, or talking over coffee and cigarettes at the kitchen table, even just driving in the car, we always have fun.

Plans with Other Tim Friday night. Perching in the nest with Anna Saturday night. Dinner with the olds Sunday night. Sensual times ahoy!

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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.

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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It was an interesting night for Couch Potatoes like myself tonight. I cried twice during two different shows. Perhaps I’m becoming overly emotional in my old age, but let me explain;

There was a story on Suspicious Minds tonight, where they were talking to a family who’s son had been hit by a car on the way home from school. He ran out from behind a bus, and was killed instantly. What made me so sad was that they were interviewing his step sister, and she said “I dared him to run across the road…It was my fault”
My heart just broke for this poor girl. Her family, who were sitting by her side, asured her that it wasn’t her fault, but the look in this young girls eyes was just that of such guilt and sadness.
I was overwhelmed with tears when she herself started to cry. Every part of me wanted to reach through the television and hug this young girl. I can’t imagine the kind of pain she lives with every day, re-running the scenario in her head, over and over.

The second was a segment in a BBC show called “Life of Grime: New York”. It’s essentially about the horrors of living in New York, and follows people who are responsible for the maintance of the city.
They introduced an old biddy and her even older biddy of a mother, who had managed to acquire 40 odd cats in their apartment. The cats had become too much work for the woman, and she had organised Animal Control to come and take them away.
While being furious with the woman who let her situation get so bad, I felt so sorry for the guys who had to trap these near ferral cats. You could see they really just wanted to get them out of there, and rehomed.
But ofcourse, where do you take an army of cats that have turned pscyho because their owner has treated them like shit? The Animal Shelters were full, and they ended up euthanaising 47 cats.
I just wanted to slap this woman with all my strength. It’s one thing to neglect yourself, but to neglect her animals like she did made me sick. I was crying so much, I got the sleeve of my windcheater all snotty.

I’m not overly emotional to cry at those 2 things am I? Cats and Kids seem like appropriate things for a woman to get teary over, don’t they?

Anyway, after I finished crying, I sat around with my Kitties, brushing their coats and generally annoying them with over zealous grooming. I watched some more TV, ate a can of Stagg Chilli which claimed to be mild. My tastebuds agreed, yes it was mild. Unfortunately my arse wasn’t quite as inclined to agree. I now have a wierdly upset stomach and farts that smell like I’ve just eaten 4 million Hungry Jacks Onion Rings. You know the smell I mean, yeah? It’s unmistakable.

Nate has started boxing up all his stuff. We came to an agreement that I could keep the Christmas Tree we bought together! YAY! I’m so excited, because it’s absolutely beautiful. Luckily, anything else he’s taking will be replaced by Loz or Teeds when they move in. I’ve given him the coffee table to take with him and a few other bits and pieces which makes me look like a good mate, when really I’m just offloading crap onto him that would otherwise just hang around the house causing clutter.
Tomorrow I’m going to clean out the drawers in the lounge, move the fridge, and empty out the pantry so I can move that too.
I got lucky when I was out today, finding a gorgeous black vase for only $3 bucks. It came from this great shop in Mordialloc that is absolutely huge and they have heaps and heaps of crap, and everything is cheap like the budgie. I needed a vase to put the flowers in that Loz gave me the other night. I forgot to mention them, but they’re gorgeous!

I went and suspended my membership at the Gym for 2 months, til things are back on track and the girls are moved in, and I have a car. Otherwise, I’m paying for something that I can’t really get to to use. I’ve been really slack when it comes to the Gym lately, and haven’t been in about 3 weeks. I think I’m really feeling it too. I feel fat and bloated and less energetic than I had been. Things aren’t fitting as well as they used to. I’m hoping that when the girls move in, I’ll have a walking buddy for strolling on the beach. Bah, Winter sucks the motivation right out of me.

Inspired by the Red Paperclip guy, I’ve decided I want to trade my Nintendo 64 with 4 games for something cool. It doesn’t have to be something expensive, just something that I’ll get more use out of. Maybe something tacky or retro kitsch would be awesome. Any takers?

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What I wrote last night with my Bingo marker in a shitty notebook coz I was too lazy to get off the couch.

Saturday night Loz, Greg and myself set out to gorge ourselves on grease laden hamburgers at TGIFridays, Southland. We were told we had to wait “at least 25 minutes for a table” by the most annoying waitress you’ve ever met. I had no issue with the waiting around part…I’d already grabbed myself a packet of chicken Twisties to tide myself over, but the girl who was the hostess…fuck me swingin! You know those truly terribly annoying customer service staff that greet you with a smile so wide that you always imagined was anatomically impossible? Both times I’ve been there I’ve suffered her unbelievably pleasant demeanor, and both times I’ve wanted to bend her over and fuck her in the arse with the spikey end of a pineapple.

Sitting in a booth not too far from us, was what had to have been an American tourist, because surely that is the only explanation I can give for his fashion choices. He and his toddler aged son were decked out in bling that would put Diddy to shame. I felt so incredibly embarrassed for his wife, as I looked on at her white boy husband who was obviously under the illusion he was black. I don’t equate all boys in baggy jeans, backwards facing caps and bling to wiggas, but he was wearing this huge basketball shirt emblazon with a “RECLAIM AFRICAN RIGHTS” slogan, complete with an icon of the clenched fist of the Black Panthers movement. I suspect he knew I was making fun of him, when he looked over to see me bouncing my hands in the air (like I just didn’t care) and referring to my tablemates as “Homes”. He looked unimpressed, G.

After clogging our arteries with yellow gold, we came home and watched the incredibly hot Charlize Theron on Aeon Flux. Admittedly I wasn’t entirely keen on watching the movie after having seen snippets of the anime original, but I actually really enjoyed it. It would seem my geekiness is branching out in to other subcultures of geekdom, like Sci Fi. Most definitely an interesting development, and surely it won’t be long before I break out the Vulcan Ears.

Greg left after the movie, leaving Loz and I to pursue a few hours of unashamed girliness. We sat around the PC, the modern day turntable, and sang along loudly and intermittently in tune. We ended the night doing the Spice girls infamous Stop routine, which I hadn’t performed since the height of SpiceGirls fame sometime around 1997. It’s a testament to my brains uncanny ability to store ridiculous crap, that I managed to bust out all the moves without pause for thought. Be afraid.

Today I slept in, recovering from last nights estrogen overload. I woke up sporadically from 7am onwards, but dismissed any idea of removing myself from the warmth of my doona and that cats that lay draped across me. I always feel really rude if I disturb the cats. Yes, I’m aware of the the fact that I’m turning into an old cat lady at a rapid rate.
At any rate, I was having the most fabulous dreams. They all involved him in some way. When I woke I felt so good at first, just basking in thoughts of him, but then I just felt shadowed by darkness. A curious sadness that I’ve felt every minute since. A longing. That painful yearning that turns your stomach and seems to envelop your heart in what feels like velvet. More on this in my next post.

When I finally dragged my arse out of bed, a decision I made based on my physical inability to return to sleep and sweet, sweet dreamland, I spoke to Andrea on the phone and organised to head out to the Ole Kmart, in Burwood.
We roamed around, caused havoc in the changing rooms and eventually left with with a stack of stuff for Andrea, and a Lenny and Karl figurine for myself. Squeee! In a sweet gesture to repay me for being dragged around the shops, she bought me a dinner of delicious Singapore Noodles! So good! And they say there’s no such thing as a free lunch…albeit a very late lunch!
And how did I thank her for this free dinner? I had my cat throw up on her. Haha, Andrea was nursing her on her knee, and Columbo made this terrible retching sound and then cranked out a vomit sausage all over Andreas lap. Thankgoodness for the feline ability to create compact, pick-upable vomit!

In a general sense, everything is going really well right now. There’s no major dramas in my life, which I’m incredibly thankful for. I’m so excited and enthusiastic about Loz and Teeds moving into the house in August. I’m looking forward to the change in atmosphere within in the house. No doubt I’ll miss Nates company, but he assures me we’ll still hang out. While I’m not entirely sure that will eventuate, based on some extenuation circumstances, I hope it does.
On the plus side, there will be 3 times the amount of make up in the house, which is always a fantastic thing! Better than that, they’re both awesome girls who I love and adore that enjoy living in a home, not just a house. I will miss the fuck out of Chucky and Norris, Nates cat’s that will be going with him. I plan to undertake regular cat sitting activities although I’m sure they will not be as sorely missed by Columbo.
We may even inherit a Dog, if Loz brings hers along, which I’m sure would give Columbo something to keep her amused and a reason to keep her claws sharp and her wits even sharper.

Speaking out against horseplay,

Prue

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