A Mean Streak

Wow, I’m beginning to think I don’t really know Rae. Not only did she try to kill me on the weekend she is now demonstrating a previously unknown sadistic streak.

I mean, how else do you explain her leaving a can of ‘Ocean Platter’ cat food in front of the fish tank for two days. No wonder the fish is stressed,.

Rae Is Trying To Kill Me

Rae is trying to kill me. I have explicit instructions to follow from the doctor and she is telling me I’m not allowed to. She’s even taken over the very thing that is supposed to make me better and won’t let me have it.

I went to the doctor to get a certificate ’cause I left work early yesterday. During the conversation he told me the way to get over this virus was to “sit in front of the cricket with a bike bottle of water and drink it”.

Rae has the telly on Blazing Saddles and is refusing to change it to the cricket so if I never get better and die it’s all going to be her fault.

Me, I just do what the doctor tells me.

Duel 2

You’ve all seen Duel? The Dennis Weaver must have felt ’cause I was chased home from work today by a house.

All the way along Dandenong Rd, up Kings Way and over the bridge all I could see was a house in the rear view mirror, no matter what I did there it was, bearing down on me. I gave it the slip at Melbourne Rd. It was last seen heading out of the city, no doubt looking for another victim.

Evil things those car hunting houses.

Odd Socks

There’s nothing better than coming home to find a package sitting on your front doorstep. Even if it’s not for you. And even if after the person who it is for opens it you have no idea what it is.

The noodle place down the street from work doesn’t make good noodles. I won’t go back, even if they do have free internet while you wait.

I need a couple of groovy white t-shirts. Dorky white t-shirts will probably suffice and be more appropriate.

People recovering from heavy chest colds shouldn’t push themselves when mowing a lawn that could be used as a jungle set in the next Indiana Jones film.

I need a camera phone. Everyone else has one.

Everybody needs an iPod. They rock. Really, they do.

I didn’t wear my tie at work today. I was a casual rebel. Nobody noticed.

I miss my hockey, I want my football.

It’s 9:00pm and feel like going to bed. Night.

A Bit Of Christmas Chair

We received our first Christmas present today, a new old chair.

Our Christmas chair.

Rae and I had been planning on getting our comfortable, yet tatty, old chair re-upholstered to match the new couch we scored recently. We went through a recommendation from Rae’s mum who, as a surprise early Christmas gift, intercepted the quote (the upholsterer is a friend of hers) and presented us with a brand new old chair.

’tis lovely to have a new matching lounge suite after a couple of years of borrowed couches and sponge bursting chairs. Of course we can’t give it the final thumbs up until Miss Marita spends an evening lounging in it and gives it her seal of approval.

I Like Both Sorts

The only four country and western songs worth listening to.

4 Joelene
3 Don’t Take Your Guns To Town
2 The Gambler
1 The Coward Of The County

Yet again I blame 3SR, the country radio station of my youth.

Ho Ho, Let’s Go

Don’t tell us we can’t learn! Last year we took Phee to see Santa and spent a lovely hour standing in line, moving a centimetre every minute. It was hot, there were kids, there were pushy parents. Festive cheer all around.

This year (and we think Phee is only playing along to hedge her bets to make sure she gets something) we were in Myer as the doors opened. We headed straight to the 5th floor and were third in line. By the time we made it through the oversized Santa mouth (looking amazingly like Jack Nicholson from The Shining, “Heeeeeeeeeere’s Santa!”) the line was at least 20 deep behind us. Santa’s Not So Little Elf who was taking the photos commented we must have been before to know to get in so early. Apparently the wait can get up to 2 hours at peak time. As it was Santa was already reaching to turn on his fan as soon as we walked in.

We’d also received some vouchers for Myer recently so we’ve decided to get proper solid based, conducting pots and pans. We picked up a 20cm pot this morning and will get the matching 16cm when they are taken off the pallet some time during the week. Major reason we’ll go back is the young kid who served us. He knew what he was talking about, he went out of his way to help and offered us good advice. Totally opposite to the two attendants in the bridal registry, where it seems Myer only employ their snootiest, most indifferent staff members. Looks like you’ll be getting something not from Myer Michael, those two really gave us the shits.

And what’s a trip to town without a quick visit to JB Hi Fi. And what’s a visit to JB Hi Fi without finding hundreds of dollars worth of DVDs you can’t live without? We were lucky we escaped with only minor damage. I picked up Lord Of The Rings – Return Of The King and Rae got season 6 of Buffy, in the cool boxes to match the first five seasons, for only $40. Now all we need is to find season 7 in the boxes to complete the set. And the money to pay for them.