Tiger Malloy

Mum just won the 4 ball summer tournament. I’m not quite sure what this means but I know it’s a wonderful achievement when it comes to her golf.

Well done mum, I’m proud of you.

What Does This Button Do?

During a particularly listless Law & Order last night I counted the number of buttons I have to select from on my remote controls.

Between the cable, vcr/tv and DVD player I have 142 buttons and one jog dial at my disposal.

Run That By Me Again

Okay, so my honey is doing the lovely thing and ironing my shirts for the week while I fold the washing.

The topic of birthday presents raises itself :

If you haven’t bought me anything already you can get me some photo albums. On second thoughts I’ll get them so I’ll get ones that I like.

Boxers and Birthdays

One of the new boxersI bit the bullet. I’ve purchased some new boxers (well, Rae got them for me) and new socks.

I would go for the new shoes but this week is a double whammy – Rae’s birthday and then three days later Valentines Day. I’m not impressed with her parents timing here and next time I see Zita there will be words.

On the positive side of the ledger I did get the contract for the Mercure Melbourne web site. This was once the Sheraton Hotel and it was here we would stop for lunch on the way to our holidays in Edithvale. One time we stayed there a night and went to the football the next day – complete with a box of chicken sandwiches from the kitchen. Man those sandwiches must’ve been good if I can remember them over twenty years later. I think the game was Richmond v Carlton.

Canucks

The Canucks let a 4-1 lead over the Bluejackets slip away in the final period. It’s a game we should’ve won – even extended the lead.

I think it’s best summed up by this paragraph on the Canucks site today :

The only thing uglier than the last 22 minutes of tonight’s game at Nationwide Arena, might be Bea Arthur in a tight mustard body stocking. And even then, it’s still just a maybe.

What’s Wrong

There are two things I don’t cope well with – confrontation and embarrassment. Confrontation makes me blush, become wildly inarticulate and I spend hours running back over it in my head. Embarrassment just makes me blush – I’ll turn bright red at the drop of a hat for the slightest of imagined misdoings.

Today though two things happened. I met the ex-flatmate-form-hell (Hi Veronica, no – of course it’s not you – you’re the ex-flatmate-from-heaven) in the street, had a chat and walked off, didn’t think any more of it until later. Later was when I tripped down the stairs in front of a nurse ’cause I was reading an email I’d printed. She asked if I was okay, I told her I was an idiot and kept on moving. No blushing.

How bizarre. What’s happening to me? Surely I can’t be ‘maturing’. Oh dear god, it’s Hush Puppies and pastel track suits for me now.