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Last time it was ‘a massive bacterial infection’. This time a different doc thinks ‘it may be glandular fever’. Pah, either way it meant another blood test and more time off work sleeping on the couch. This really is getting ridiculous.

If you feel like shopping you may like try shopping in Centre Rd, Bentleigh.

(And if you’re thinking that seems like a shameless link to get Google to go index a site that’s just gone live but is still being finished off, you’d be right.)

Having a day off to make an extra long weekend you think you’d make the most of it. But it feels as though I didn’t. No work done, no house work done. I managed to fall asleep on the couch and place our bets for tomorrow, but that was it.

I was just talking about this with Rae and we both feel a little blah this evening, as if we wasted an opportunity to actually ‘do’ something. Maybe if we both put our minds to it tomorrow will be a better day off.

I created and now oversee the web site for Melbourne Ice, Melbourne’s team in Australia’s national (ice) hockey league. As part of this I get some of the email from the site and one of the most frequent questions is “where can I watch NHL hockey games in Melbourne?”. Most often people want to know where they can watch their team, and a surprising number of these queries are fellow Canuck supporters.

I always have to email back that, as far as we know, no one shows hockey games in Melbourne, that it’s a sad thing and we wish the situation was different.

Now things have changed and there aren’t enough hours in the day any more.

The NHL and Google Video have made every international fans dream come true. You can now watch NHL video, for free and without commercials on Google Video. You can watch them online or, as I’m doing right now, download them to watch on your iPod/PSP/PC at a later date.

Google, I’d marry you. If I could. And I wasn’t already married.

What a truly wonderful weekend. Was it having mum down for a couple of days? Was it the coffees? Was it a superb breakfast on Sunday morning? Good sleeps? Albert not waking us up during the night? Having mum knock over a large amount of the ironing pile?

No. Surely then it must have been the fact that Rae and I got to play grown ups and go see a movie while mum babysat (The Departed, highly recommended but now I have to track down the original from Hong Kong to see what the fuss about the ending was).

Close.

The highlight was, without a doubt, that we managed to snag the car park right out the front of the Sun. The one in the middle, where you can hop out of your car door and walk straight in to the cinema. We were so tempted not to go home, once you get that park you don’t want to give it up.

I guess they must have really needed that ‘O’ for another department somewhere. 

It’s been this way for at least 4 months.

Well, this post was just taken a severe u-turn. I was about to write about how bloody annoying it is when neighbours have an alarm and a sudden change in the weather makes it go off when they aren’t home. It happened a lot in our previous house so when I got home today and the neighour’s alarm, right outside the window where I work, was shrieking for over an hour I thought ‘oh god, here we go again’. I’d even taken a quick video of the alarm sounding to show you just how annoying it was.

But as I sat down the alarm stopped. Then there was a knock at the door.

It was Richard, the neighbour, and his house had been broken in to. I told him what time I had arrived home and he told me ‘they’ had smashed in his back door before being frightened off by the alarm. He was off up the street to see if anyone could help narrow down the time.

Hell of a way to meet the neighbours.

Okay.

You’re invited to a bbq.

You can’t go to the host’s place because your daughter his having a friend sleep over that day.

You arrange to have the bbq at your place instead.

The host has already purchased the food and offers to bring the meat etc with them.

So, my question is this : who cooks the bbq?

This isn’t covered in secret men’s business or ‘the talk’ from Dad.

Which takes precedence? The provider of flame or the provider of meat. My head is spinning and we may never eat if this conundrum isn’t solved.

I love my kids, although this is mainly about Bert, but at the moment I’d pretty much sell them for a song, or more to the point, a movie.

Rae and I first clicked over talking about movies, we had our first kiss after going to the movies, we would travel for over an hour to watch an old film projected in 16mm and glorious crackling mono and then drive back home again after midnight. We have a collection of DVDs that would probably allow us to open our own aisle at Blockbuster if they’d sublet.

In short we love movies and love going to movies and the thing I miss the most about having kids is that, not counting the wedding, we have been to one movie together in the past fourteen and a half months. We’ve missed a few in that time that we’re slowly catching up with on DVD but there’s nothing like sitting in the cinema with a bottle of wine, a box of chocolates and a hand to hold for two hours.

Mum is coming down in a couple of weeks so hopefully we’ll have a sitter on a Saturday night and we can run off to the Sun. Fingers crossed The Departed and/or Suburban Mayhem will still be showing, although if one isn’t it means we won’t have to make the tricky choice of which to see. If they are both gone it will be download or DVD for those two like Wolf Creek was last night. That film has just confirmed my commitment to at all costs avoid, camping at any time of my life. Unless it’s at an outdoor cinema, then I could be tempted.

Just over a year ago I got a Flickr account to share our photos. In that time we’ve had a baby, got married, been on a honeymoon, had a couple of grand final bbq’s, snapped some pictures of the kids and taken a few pictures of old signs around town.

And today I posted my 1000th photo.