Life between coffees.
A quick follow up to the games cupboard post.
Phee may love winning but there is a problem for her. The aim of UNO is to lose all your cards. Apparently Ms Card Shark thinks this is rather ridiculous and much prefers to play anti-UNO. The more cards the merrier.
Poor Phee, maybe we should move her on to poker and see how she copes with that. At least we can win the pocket money we give her back….
Excitement building in the house. Tonight it’s the final episodes of Buffy for the year. Season 6 is drawing to a close so we’re making a night of it. There was an episode yesterday so we taped that to add to the plan.
The plan? Yep – it’s a mini buffathon. Three hours of Buffy, pizza and champagne. Tuesday night decadence. We’ve invited Marita over to watch the equal best show (Law and Order, if you were wondering) on air on a proper sized television. Don’t bother ringing and don’t bother expecting any work to be done tomorrow – this is as good as it gets.
There’s a Bear In There (And He Wants Swedish) is the great title for a book that’s joining Rebus on the current read list. It’s the real life adventure (always wanted to use that phrase) of an ex Play School hostess who worked as a brothel receptionist for over a year.
Very amusing, but I’m very curious (or naive). What exactly is Swedish?
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If there was any doubt prior to this let it be erased. We are definitely a family – we now have a games cupboard.
Well, it isn’t in a cupboard yet so it’s a game-spot-on-the-desk. We purchased Scrabble last week, added an old backgammon set and Rae just got Phee ‘My First Uno’ in a double pack with standard Uno. Today we were looking at Junior Monopoly. With Phee’s love of money (at the age of 6 she’s a female Alex P Keaton!) she’ll be a natural.
It’s Saturday – but that’s not a great thing. Last night my beloved Tiger’s were massacred by the damn Magpies at the MCG. That’s 8 losses in a row and this one really hurt. Our first quarter was fantastic – we played all over them. Then came the rest of the match. You can’t win when you’re outscored 13-3 goals over three quarters. This from a team that was one game out the finals last year. It seems only a miracle will save us from sparing Carlton their first wooden spoon. Six more depressing games to go.
This morning Rae and I went hunting for a model. Eventually found a hobby shop out in the sticks and now I’ve got a little project that will keep me happy for a month or so. Starting off easy with a basic model, then back into the more complex type of choppers. It’ll be good for me to practice my patience as long term projects have never been my strong point.
Also tackled JB HiFi to spend my birthday voucher. Walked out with the Special Edition DVD of ‘Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid‘ (takes care of what we’ll be doing tonight) and a fantastic import – The The’s ‘45 RPM‘. I’ve got it playing now and had forgotten how much I love his music.
So now it’s raining outside, Rae and Phee are out, music is blaring and if I didn’t have to go and do some house work I’d be very content.
Something odd is happening. I’m at work and strangely I am happy to be here. I want to do more. I have great new ideas.
Oh my god! I’m motivated!
Could it have something to do with the very generous pay rise this? Surely not….
My Palm (the 505) is telling me it’s time to drain the toothbrush battery, change the battery in the clock radio, flip the bed and get my car serviced.
I think I will call it ‘Mini Rae’.
Oh boy, I’m gonna be in trouble for that one.
Tonight was the first night I’ve been responsible for Phee – from pick up to bed. Rae’s back working one evening shift a fortnight so I picked up Phee from Zita’s and we hit the road.
Shopping, didn’t lose here there.
Home, reader read.
I bring in washing, she sweeps up the leaves.
Dinner provided (KFC – her choice. Honestly)
Two episodes of the Simpsons with associated hugs on the couch.
Successful shower.
PJ’s provided (Forgot the singlet, but there were two pairs of undies to make up for this.)
In bed without one tear/yelling match.
All in all, I give myself a pass.
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My office mate spends most of his day watching ‘Woofa’. Who is Woofa? That’s the pet name he’s given to the Microsoft help assistant. Most people know it as that annoying paper clip but Robin has the dog. It’s got me thinking – add up all the minutes from all the people around the world who sit there talking to their assistant – surely Microsoft must be the single greatest cause of lost productivity in the office. Hmmmm, maybe I should ask Woofa…
