All The Small Things

Jun 29, 2006 at 16:14 o\clock

Feast or Famine in Sassville

by: Sassy1

Why Lord?

Why?

Why do you allow me to spend extended periods of time alone?

Lonely?

Writing pathetic occasionally angsty sometimes uplifting entries that mourn, vilify, or celebrate my lack of lovelife?

Why do you then send me multiple men who are charming, witty, clever and not unattractive?

Why do you send me men who see nothing but my positive features, who think I'm beautiful and want to be around me?

Why?

Why can you not send them ONE AT A TIME?

Spaced at REGULAR INTERVALS??

So that I never need feel LONELY? But never need JUGGLE either??

Why??

Why is it always

or

 

I really shouldn't be complaining, should I!

Jeez, Sass. You are never satisfied are you??

Two lovely men, each with outstanding qualities, wish to date me.

Batchelor Number One is Sam. He is our tall, funny, dancing man from the other evening.

I have actually had to rethink my previous description of him though. He's not really that handsome - I'm not being mean, just honest. He's not that attractive, but he is a gentle, sweet soul and quite good company. He's very very tall (six foot five). He's travelled overseas, he's just finishing his degree, and we had an amazing time.

HOWEVER: (da na na naaaa)

Last night and today I saw something that I really wasn't that keen on. We went out on Tuesday.

Tuesday night was awesome, we went to dinner, had dessert, went to the movies, went out for coffee after, then spent like five hours making out.

It was so very highschool, but so very very good. When was the last time you made out like a teenager?? No touching, no naughtiness, just simple pashing on? So long ago that you can't remember??

GO. NOW. Grab your significant other and pash them like its the mid 90's! (or insert your own year if you wish)...

Cripes. Get a room you two!

Anyway, the point is that Tuesday was awesome. Wednesday he came out and had lunch with me, which was nice, and he was prepared to stick around and spend the whole afternoon and into the evening, but I was busy so I got him to go. I had plans to go to my girlfriends house that night, which I did.

And he texted me twice while I was there. DESPITE KNOWING THAT I WAS BUSY. Why would you do that?

Then this morning, he texted me again. Three times. To see if he could see me today. I said no, I was busy. I said it the first time, then I repeated it twice. Why Lord? Why do you play with me so cruelly? I feel like Job.

Heh. Does this remind anyone of that person I broke up with for being just far far far too FULL ON? Too nice to date? Too attentive?

Gosh, breaking up with one for being TOO nice is one thing, doing it twice may mean that I have a problem. What do you think? Is there such a thing as too nice? Ever dumped someone / refused to date someone for that reason?? Do you think thats a legitimate reason to dump / not date someone?

The other guy seems absolutely lovely. We're going out next Friday for dinner and a movie.

I'm confused.

It feels like the wrong thing to do to date both of them (even though I did tell batchelor number one about batchelor number two).

I'm so tired.

I feel really torn apart, like I can feel the pressure to spend time with lots of different people, family, friends, work committments, and these boys, and it's hard. Its tiring.

The whole Mr. D. situation is getting me down too. Should I even be pursuing a new relationship when my life is such a shambles? If it works, or even if it doesn't work, then can Mr. D. use it against me? Is it worth the hassle and the risk?

Its so hard to be me sometimes!

Oh, and by the way. In my last entry, I was calling Mrs. Macca's lovely fiancee "La Voyeur". I have to apologise for the lameness of this nickname, and Mrs. Macca has now approved another nickname for him. I thought it might be a bit cheeky, but I have her go-ahead, so if you don't like it you can take it up with the boss!

C.K.

Why?

Glad you asked.

  1. Because you are a bit of a spunk and you remind me of a Calvin Klien model. (Please note, I have never seen C.K. in his scanties, that would be wrong. However, I have seen him clothed, and I can imagine clothes on Calvin Klien models, and they could be twins. Besides which, Mrs. Macca thought this was a reasonable sort of comparison to make, and she HAS seen you in your scanties.)
  2. Because you are also a bit of a nerdy nerd, working with computers all day I decided to give you a name that both encompassed your personality and profession. So take a knee old son, and *touching on each shoulder with my laser pointer* arise "Computer Kid".

Yeah. I could probably come up with more reasons, more things that C.K. could stand for, but I'm tired, and these are the ones that I came up with originally, so there you go.

Feedback via usual channels. Don't be shy.

 

Jun 25, 2006 at 16:43 o\clock

Snapshot!

by: Sassy1

I'm still knackered, so here is the last week in a snapshot.

Tuesday:

  • Mrs Macca rocks into town. Trivia night happens. Awesome.
  • Catch up with lots of old mates.
  • Drink hot milos at Truckstop with Mrs. Macca.
  • Lovely to catch up with Mrs. Macca in particular, and her skirt was To Die For. Just FYI. She's very clever and made it herself.

Wednesday:

  • School Holiday Program, supervising.

Thursday:

  • School Holiday Program, Pool Comp, supervising.
  • Actually more fun than it sounds!
  • Lunch with Camilla afterwards.
  • Committee Meeting. Tell bosses that I'm not coping well. They are super duper supportive, and it should work out well.

Friday:

  • Hit pub with beautiful Mrs. Macca, and her fiance... who has an unhealthy interest in my sex life or lack thereof. How many times can one ask for "more detail on the blog"?? LOL So we shall call him La Voyeur for now, unless a better name pops into my head. It may later. I'm pretty buggered at the moment.
  • Take a "Lovely Guy" back to work, where we all drink Vodka and play pool for a long time.
  • Actually, thats not accurate. Mrs. Macca, La Voyeur, and Mrs. Maccas younger brother played pool. "Lovely Guy" and I were in my office chatting.
  • Actually, thats not really accurate either. We chatted a bit, but mostly we were making out.
  • He gave me two hickies. Gross. Not Happy.
  • But he was an EXCELLENT kisser, so was very happy.
  • Thats all the detail you're getting La Voyeur. I think.
  • So then Mrs Macca went home, dragging her team behind her, and leaving me some rather charming notes on my desk!!!!!! (I love you too, and yes, he did want that, and yes, he did rather didn't he!! LOL)
  • And I went home with Lovely Guy. Rompiness ensued.
  • Groan, Sigh, Moan. Seriously, thats all you're getting!!
  • It was awesome. He asked me out at Christmas time and I said no.
  • I'm a fricking idiot.
  • A Fricking Idiot.
  • And now, now that I've come round, realised that he's lovely, and want to go there, he's moving to WA next week.
  • Not sorry that I spent the night though. At. All.

Saturday:

  • So at 7ish I walked home, no sleep whatsoever.
  • I had to go past work to pick something up, and the butchers saw me.
  • More particularly, the girl butcher who hates me, and the girl who occasionally works at the butchers and wanted Lovely Guy bad saw me. HA HAA.
  • Get fire re-cranking.
  • Get half an hours sleep.
  • Get up and have quicky brekkie with Mrs. Macca, before she and La Voyeur and her little bro have to head off.
  • Wave goodbye to friends, thinking the only time I ever seem to pash on with boys is when I go out with Mrs. Macca and La Voyeur. And that at those times, I get bitten by those boys. Coincidence?? I think NOT!!
  • Have long hot shower.
  • Have a half hour Nana Nap.
  • Head around to girlfriends house to help her move.
  • Girlfriends husband has organised four hot young military type people to help him move the furniture. They are Hot. Ranging from extremely extremely hot (Brent - 10) to extremely hot (Thomas & Ben 9 & 8.5) and regular hot (Matt - 8)
  • Spend day unpacking boxes and perving.
  • And discussing hotness of military types with girlfriend.
  • And adjusting scarf hiding hickies.
  • And trying not to laugh at girlfriend trying not to laugh at me adjusting scarf to hide hickies from hot military types.
  • Singing and dancing. (seriously)
  • Leave girlfriends at 4.30 to go home and get ready for Footy Ball, formal event which I was attending with my Dad that night.
  • Get dressed, black strapless evening gown. Hot makeup. Hot hair. Looking the goods.
  • Drop by girlfriends house in response to SMS saying "Guess who's got the hots for you!" (Like I could wait till the next day to find out!! Especially as I was looking the goods and all!)
  • Crushed as boys had left to go home and have a shower.
  • Stoked that boys were returning and staying the night.
  • And that the Extremely Extremely Hot Brent had told girlfriend that he rather fancied me and was disappointed that I wasn't coming back.
  • Instantly decide I'm coming home after Ball to go to girlfriends house.
  • Head to Ball.
  • Eat, Drink, Be Merry.
  • Get asked out by very very cute man, late 20's, dimples. 'Nough said. Said Yes. Gave number. Awaiting phone call.
  • Dance. Drink softdrink. Dance with little brother, who informs me that he doesn't wish to dance with me, because its wrong. Its wrong because his friends are checking me out, and I'm his sister, and thats just wrong. I agree.
  • Secretly pleased that friends are checking me out, as friends are hot.
  • Dance with tall, funny, handsome friend of brother. He waltzed me round, spun me and dipped me. MMMMMmmmmm.
  • Midnight. Asked to drive little brother and 2 hot friends (including above) into town on way home to girlfriends party.
  • Agree.
  • On walking to car, am dismayed to see large puddle. Think shoes are going to get wrecked.
  • Am swept into arms of tall, funny, handsome dancing man, and carried to my car.
  • (Swoon, chivalry is alive and well!)
  • Shoe falls off due to sweeping motion, and lands in puddle. Sigh. Typical.
  • Drive lads to town. They talk about boners. And imported beer.
  • Drop lads off. Tall, funny, handsome, dancing man asks me out. Said yes, gave number. Arranged date today, update on Tuesday *promise*
  • Drive home to girlfriends, thinking how cool my life is. Sex last night. Two dates so far tonight. Dancing with lots of cute boys. Feeling awesome. Hoping everyone still up at girlfriends house.
  • They are. Go in, say hi, then say, I'll be back in a minute, just going home to get changed.
  • EEH Brent say's "Why get changed, you look great"
  • Swoons.
  • Goes home and get rugged up anyway. Pick up drinks.
  • Back to girlfriends, where all boys are very chatty and flirty. Cute as.
  • Laugh and chat and play.
  • Long story short, EEH Brent and RH Matt and I are last ones left up.
  • EEH Brent is sitting beside me holding my hand.
  • I'm talking to RH Matt about quantum physics, poetry, TS Elliot, E A Poe, Shakespear, the universe, Taoism, abortion. He was super intelligent, and I found myself thinking wow. He's not Regular Hot, he's extremely Hot.
  • Continued having "Brain Sex" with Matt for some time. Awesomeness.
  • Again, long story short, Matt is maggotted. Decide to stick with Brent.
  • Take Brent home at 6.30am.
  • *Ponders evilness of having relations with two boys in two days*
  • *Decides, bugger it. It averages out to one every three months, so therefore its all OK.*
  • Is BLOWN AWAY by the skills of the young man in question.
  • Is still slightly horrified to think that young man was only 20!!
  • He he he. He was only 20 . I wonder if all 20 year olds are so enthusiastic?? He was incredibly hot, WOW.
  • Groan, Moan, Sigh. Really, Really Loud.

Sunday:

  • Gets half an hour sleep. Sends EEH Brent home at 8.45. Goes back to sleep.
  • Gets nowhere near enough sleep.
  • Has shower and gets dressed.
  • Pick up Nicky.
  • Gets phonecall from tall, funny, dancing, handsome man and arranges date for Tuesday night.
  • Sits down, satisfied happy and exhausted and writes rather long incoherant blog entry that weaves all over the shop and has real grammatical issues, not least of which is the third person / first person inconsistancies, and the complete lack of proof reading.
  • Goes to bed.
  • Thats future tense. See what I mean?
  • Its the brain sex that did it to me. RH Matt is loaning me that Hawking book on the universe, A short history of time? Something like that. I'm too bloody tired to even know what the things called. Bugger. Anyway, he is. That'll be good I reckon.
  • I also reckon that military types get a totally bad rap. They were four really very lovely, polite, articulate, intelligent and attractive young men. So not all military types are arseholes.
  • I guess the fact that they knew each other from an officers training probably made a difference. They were all either NCO's or officers, so I guess thats different to regular enlistees.
  • Shit I'm a judgemental bitch!! LOL.
  • I'm sure all military types, non military types and, shit, everyone is bloody lovely.
  • I'm rambling. I'm sorry.
  • Goodnight.

Jun 19, 2006 at 09:23 o\clock

Last Friday Night...

by: Sassy1

Mood: Happy

It just occurred to me that I never got around to posting about our activities last Friday night! Which is shocking, because it was such an awesome and eye opening night - as you will now see!

So Friday I hit the pub with a little gang of like-minded souls, to rock Sassville to its foundations.

Well, that was our intention anyways - basically, we were just cutting a bit loose, going a bit nuts, and having a good time regardless.

So I arrived first (5pm) to a pub already full of wonderful fun folks, including all of our butcher buddies. I played pool and caught up with them until our next gang member arrived...

And that was the tick tock person who rocked in at 7.30 ish, grabbed a bevvie and joined in with the general convivial atmosphere that I and the others had been developing.

Just on 8pm, Mary arrived, also grabbed a bevvie, pulled me aside to tell me that I looked hot (which I did for the record - I got lots and lots of compliments that night, magical what a bit of effort, a hot outfit, and a swipe of makeup and hairspray will do!), then she went off and chatted with each of the lads that she knew. This I think was only half in order to be social, it was more an obvious attempt to make the tick tock person jealous!

Next to join the crew was my new friend Camilla. She rocked in about 8.30pm, and it will give you some idea of the state that Mary was in at that point that during a discussion of events the next day, Camilla was shocked to hear that Mary had only been there for half an hour - she was so nutted that Camilla assumed she'd been there since 5 with me (though she did also say "But she was way more pissed than you were, I just thought she'd drunk heaps more.").

I was also surprised by how quickly Mary began to appear intoxicated - she arrived quite late, and yet she was nutted in no time. So then she and the tick tock person fawned over each other, which was to be expected really, as Mary had begun talking almost as soon as she arrived about how sexually frustrated she was feeling... guess she wanted to take that out on someone.

And yes, it did bother me a little that she felt she had to share that with me!

So Camilla and I are kicking back, laughing, dancing, playing pool, when Mary storms up, "Sass can you go tell that f$#*ing idiot that he needs to be nice to me and buy me a god-damned drink?"

(Yes, that is a direct quote. She sounded rather like a Timmons. But she's so pretty that no one really took much notice)

After a bit more listening to her ranting, I did go over to the tick tock person, and said "Look, for crying out loud, be nice to her and buy her a drink would you?"

"She doesn't need a drink, she's already got one."

"I know that, and you know that, but all she wants is for you to get her one. Its not that hard tick tock person, just buy her a drink OK?"

"Righto."

So he did, and they made up. Awww.

"Thanks Sass." from both of them. Sigh.

Then, about 20 minutes later, the same thing. "Sass, keep him away from me. He's an f*&%ing idiot, I don't know why I bother with him, I hate him so much."

"Whats he done now?"

"Its just him, he's so infuriating. He's nice, then he's horrible. He just say's the meanest things. I hate him. He's an asshole."

10 minutes later, they were back to being all friendly and lover-like.

This went on ALL NIGHT.

At one point the tick tock person cornered me, asking when we were going to be going out next, to see this particular movie that we've been meaning to see. I'm not sure when I'm free this week, so I was just saying we would have to set a time later on. Then he says that he'd like to come back to my parents house, to hang out with my family a bit more, "Because they were awesome, especially your Dad and those chicks." "You mean my sister and her girlfriend?" "Yeah, them. So when can we go back?"

I said that I didn't know, I'd have to have a think about it. He says "We just have heaps of fun when we hang out don't we?" "Yeah, of course we do!"

During this conversation, Mary walked past with the huffs, because he was talking to me, and not to her. "Well, don't talk to me then. Whatever."

I got annoyed with this a bit, mainly because I felt that he was using me to make Mary jealous, and I didn't appreciate it. And a bit at Mary too, I mean, he came over and started talking to me, and I was in the middle of playing a game of pool. Its not like she couldn't have joined in the conversation, its not like I was trying to seperate them, or get him alone. In fact, I was terribly uncomfortable, and I've been trying to figure out why. I guess its because I did feel like I was being used. I hate it when people aren't authentic.

Anyway, it got to about 11pm, and Camilla and I had had enough of the backing and forthing of the starcrossed lovers. How many times can you listen to a person carrying on about what a tool their paramour is, then watch them go back for more before it gets really old?

So Camilla and I said our goodbyes, and Mary decides she's coming too. We all get our coats on, and Mary say's to me in a stage whisper, "Sass, can you get the tick tock person to come too?" So I yell out to the tick tock person "We're going, are you coming too?"

"Yup" So Camilla and I hit the door, the tick tock person on our heels, Mary suddenly is nowhere to be seen. Who knows where she went, but she wasn't with us. We actually didn't notice until we were halfway across the road.

"Man, thanks for inviting me. You guys are heaps fun." says the tick tock person.

"Yeah, we know!" say Camilla and I

"Hang on, where's Mary?"

"Buggered if I know. You can wait for her. We're going!"

"Nah, wait, you guys are fun!"

"Sorry tick tock person, you made your bed... you can wait for her!"

So Camilla and I rocked up to the other Sassville pub, where we discovered that it was packed with old people. So we left, and took a walk up to the Bakery. On the way, we passed the tick tock person and Mary making out on the street. Blerch. Enough to make me sick.

So we headed to the Bakery, had a chat to the Baker, made him a cuppa, then we walked back up the street, where we ran into everyone else. They were all heading to the old people pub. (He he he, how popular are Camilla and I that as soon as we leave, everyone else finishes their drinks and leaves too!!)

So we run into this big group walking up to the other pub, and Mary and the tick tock person are among them. We walk quite fast, so Camilla and I get there first, and settle in. Then we notice that the tick tock person is present, but Mary is not. Mary has rung my phone, and sent me a message asking me where I am.

I txt her back, where are you? No reply. 10 minutes later, in she comes, heads straight over to us, and starts in: "He's an idiot, I hate him blah blah blah." She was almost crying, and visibly upset.

I did what any good girl friend would do, and I dragged her out to the toilets. She proceeded to kick the walls, (seriously, KICKING the WALLS) and rant for a bit about what a tool he was being. "Why can't he be nice? Why does he have to say stupid things? Why doesn't he come after me when I run away?"

While my first instinct was to say that she's an idiot for running away, I actually quite like Mary, so I bit my tongue. She's usually such a sensible girl, I just feel that on this particular occasion she was behaving in a manner that I'm sure not even she would be proud of, but I guess we've all done things while under the influence that we've later regretted. Though she has made me think over the time that I've known her that she would be very high maintenance as a girlfriend. If I was a bloke, I wouldn't be interested in dating her.

Anyways, so we head back to the bar after she's finished kicking the walls, and she continues to rant that he's not interested in her, or he'd come over. She proceeds to say that she's going to smooch up to another fella instead (the young one who walked me home last time we were out, and kissed me on the cheek for those playing at home). He asked her out, she accepted and gave over her phone number.

Camilla and I were pretty appalled at this, and we continued to play pool and finish our drinks. Mary left the young fella standing there, and returned to us to complain some more that the tick tock person hadn't bothered to chase her.

I must at this time point out that the bars in Sassville are not exactly huge. Nor are they overflowing with people. You don't have to yell to be heard, and Mary was using her big girl voice. There is very little doubt in my mind that he failed to hear her.

So I'm saying to her, "Look Mary. He's not the sort of bloke who's going to chase you. Think about it this way, if every other bloke you've ever dated has chased you, and they've been bastards, then maybe this is a good thing. Something different?"

"Yeah, but No. He should care enough to chase me."

At this point, the tick tock person walked up behind her, I spun her around and hightailed it the hell away from there. Camilla and I downed our drinkies, and said our goodbyes. We'd had enough.

Conversation with Camilla on the way home, we decided that next time we went out, we'd be going solo, sans Mary. She was just too much work.

So next time, it will be myself, Camilla and Camilla's next door neighbour, who Camilla assures me is a fun, happy chick and should fit right in with the two of us.

I kind of feel like a bitch for not wanting to take Mary out anymore, but seriously, it sucked the fun out of the night having to look after her and pet her when she was in a funk, then she'd just forget that we existed when she was happy. Just too much work I'm afraid.

To give you an idea of how much it affected our night, last time Camilla and I went out, we were out until 1.30am, when she left, then I went home at about 2am. And we really only went home that early because our mates were also going home and the pub was shutting. On Friday, I was home by 12.30am. And there were tons of people out, and I reckon the pub would have been staying open until at least 2am. We just weren't in the mood anymore.

I like Mary, I do. I'm happy to do other things with her, but if thats the way she gets when she's had a couple, I'm not interested in going to the pub with her. Forget it.

I am a light-hearted, fun, joyful person. I like to go out, play, drink, flirt, laugh, chat and have a couple of drinks. I have an awesome time, all the time, or I try to. I really don't do drama queen, or if I do, my queen would fade into a lowly handmaiden in the court of Queen Mary.

It amuses the hell out of me that the tick tock person has chosen Mary - I really can't think of anyone else I know who is that high maintenance. Seriously, why would you want to go out with someone who spends more than half the night storming off to bad mouth you?

I've said it before, and I'll say it again:

I have the most incredible friends, and I love my life (Camilla, butcher buddies, Sassville, going out, socialising)

&

Some men aren't always very bright. (I did have "All men are idiots", but lets face it, they aren't. Most men are very intelligent, clever, thinking humans. Just not the ones here in Sassville, and not anyone confronted with the loveliness that is Mary.)

So there you have it... that was my Friday night out and about.

 

I'm very excited about tomorrow night right now - the beautiful Mrs. Macca is coming to town, and we're going out with a bunch of old mates.

The ever lovely Tink will be there, along with her charming Flyboy, Jimmy the Juggler will be there for a while, and Miss K shall be along too. We're also hoping that the recently returned traveller should be there, though I haven't actually heard back from him yet.

I love reconnecting with my old beautiful friends, and we should have an awesome time - we always do!

Keep yourselves smiling big happy joyful smiles, I know I will!

Jun 18, 2006 at 15:58 o\clock

Sassy is...

by: Sassy1

sassy is here
sassy is a pushover for jimmy jam
sassy is one of our black dams
sassy is a gold
sassy is in need of a loving home
sassy is hot
sassy is from the country of tibet
sassy is so dirty
sassy is my best friend
sassy is a gold/white pinto filly who is very flashy and eye catching
sassy is back and we have to say
sassy is a flashy brindle & white
sassy is such a great lady
sassy is the pony personae of missy
sassy is pleased to announce the addition of katrina
sassy is a very special dog
sassy is the lazy cat of the pair
sassy is a blue
sassy is nena's sister
sassy is very sweet and loves to cuddle and loves people
sassy is a dalmatian
sassy is our neighbor dog
sassy is a sorrel with flaxen mane and tail
sassy is a charming little bay mustang filly that was born in march of 1999
sassy is doing real well
sassy is from my last litter of german shepherd dogs & has lived with a friend since 6 months of age
sassy is a perky
sassy is back in the show ring
sassy is very special to us
sassy is really something special
sassy is just beginning her show career here at akilah
sassy is when my little sister went to get milk out of the refrigerator
sassy is a 16
sassy is on the back side
sassy is 7 years old and some say she's a cross between a maltese and a australian silky terrier whilst others say there is shih tzu or even bichon frise in her
sassy is a 2 year old
sassy is dedicated to providing your bird with a well balanced
sassy is really trying to find her niche in the world
sassy is about 8
sassy is not a normal cat
sassy is basket
sassy is exhausted from the party
sassy is going to a family in shrewbury
sassy is our cutie that will hold all your plastic bags
sassy is akc registered girl that just celebrated her third birthday
sassy is her name
sassy is a sweet siberian mix who looks pure bred except that her ears do not stand
sassy is just too god damn sensitive
sassy is doing better every day
sassy is a princess like her mom
sassy is the ideal solution for the direct nebulization of solid metal samples into an inductively coupled plasma
sassy is on the left and believe or not she is 10 years old
sassy is dedicated to providing information and products to make your job as a parent a little easier and a little more fun
sassy is dedicated to satisfying the smallest customers
sassy is 18 years old and too old
sassy is a 6
sassy is nobodys bitch
sassy is not that large
sassy is supposed to be a good thing
sassy is better
sassy is also a rescue
sassy is now proving herself in the whelping box
sassy is linux
sassy is hot she lives inland
sassy is the only gothic clothing shop in niagara falls
sassy is the most amazing shop i've ever been in
sassy is a lesser sarah vaughan recording from 1963
sassy is a wonderful traveller and she has been all over the country with me
sassy is a living inspiration for maintaining hope
sassy is a solid sorrel with roany patches
sassy is shopping for wedgies? does this mean that sassy is going to start wearing skirts? weird things happen when boyfriends move to town
sassy is the younger of the two and considered something of a wild child
sassy is mom to
sassy is a super bitch
sassy is on your shoulder and can reach your face
sassy is dedicated to developing innovative baby products and providing information that helps parents and babies get the most out of those precious early years
sassy is currently doing very well
sassy is a 19 year
sassy is a great company and very nice to deal with
sassy is now co
sassy is always here at her place if you need her
sassy is a key to most of what goes wrong

 

This is all from Googlism go try it folks - its fun!

My faves are picked out in blue... I particularly like that I'm on your shoulder and can reach your face!!!

Jun 17, 2006 at 14:48 o\clock

Massive Day

by: Sassy1

Today was huge. Massive if you will.

These are the two events that rocked my world today:

I went to the football!

Yes, thats right, the football.

But you do that every Saturday Sass, to watch your brother play.

Thats right, I do. I do go every week.

But it isn't every week when I see my wonderful little brother get punched in the head by a member of the opposition team, and see his nose smashed to smithereens, and see the blood pouring from him like someone had turned on a tap. Nope. That doesn't happen every week.

And it isn't every week when I'm the one who drives him the half hour to the hospital emergency room, gives over his details for the triage nurse, and waits with him until the staff are able to find him a bed.

Nope. That's a first.

Dad arrived about fourty five minutes after we got there, and took over.

They took him in to give him a CAT scan, and he's off to the specialist in the next couple of days to get everything put back where it belongs.

It was kind of scary/nice to be the person who looked after him and took him in to the hospital. Its nice that I knew enough about him to be able to give all his details to the nurse - it made me wonder if any of my siblings would be able to do that for me. It was nice to be able to DO something for him to show him that I love him.

It made me realise how much I do love him. It isn't often that I think about what life would be like if he wasn't around. Such a little thing really, a broken nose, but when you think about it, it could have been one of those freak punches that kills a person. It was scary, mainly because of the sheer volume of blood that he lost. Seriously, it was everywhere, all down his legs, his arms, dripping from his elbows as he held the towel up to his nose. The towel so soaked with blood that it was completely useless.

I really love my brother, he's a good person. He doesn't have a malicious bone in his entire body, and he's funny and excellent company. In the car on the way to the hospital, he was making up stupid lyrics to songs on the radio to distract himself from the pain. Ads came on, so I say "Phoar, check that out!" "What??" "Theres a bikini competion happening over there!" "What? You're a bitch!" He was laughing - he had to keep his head low to let the blood flow out, and I was just making up things that were happening outside the car to keep him occupied.

Its a weird place to be, in the emergency room. But its a great place to find out if you have anything to say to a person. I'm so glad that we had lots to say to one another - we're friends. That's an awesome feeling.

 

Second thing:

A telephone call from my cousin Bek.

She's pregnant. Shock. Surprise. More Shock. I didn't even know she was dating! But she's happy, and the dad (who's been on the scene for a while apparently, and is by all reports a lovely, successful, attractive person) is stoked that he's going to be a daddy too.

The whole family was rather taken aback by the news though, coming out of the blue as it did. So as you can imagine, this was hot topic of discussion round the house this evening, and thats when Nicky said something very funny.

"There's going to be two babies then."

"Sorry sweetie? What do you mean? Beks only going to have one baby."

"Yes, Beks baby and Shells baby. Thats two babies."

"Shell's baby?"

"Yeah, Shell is having a baby too."

"Who told you that darling?"

"Shell and Daddy told me. I'm getting a new brother or sister."

More shock. More surprise.

I don't know if this is right, or if Nicky was just having a flight of fancy, but I'm going to have to check when Mr. D. calls tomorrow night. But first... I'm going to dig back through the archives here to find out when it was that they got engaged, to see if the dates match. Because if it is true, then I am not at all shocked to hear it. Actually, I wouldn't be shocked to hear it anyway, I begin to think that Shell would do anything to tie Mr. D. to her more closely. Which is pretty bloody stupid really, they've just taken on the mortgage, and I doubt that they have the means to raise another child on top of Shells boy and having Nicky half the time.

 

 

In other news, speaking to Mr. D. today about the paperwork stuff. He's not so keen to sign off on anything today it would seem, particularly with Shell standing right behind him. Surprise, surprise, surprise.

Well, really, I'm over it. We can do this the easy way, or we can do it the hard way, but we are going to do it. I'm not taking any shit from them anymore. We play by the rules. No negotiation will be entered into.

I feel like such a harsh person, for saying that. But its true.

Jun 13, 2006 at 18:23 o\clock

Preconceptions, Expectations and Intimacy

by: Sassy1

Well tonight I had the beautiful Mary over for dinner.

We discussed the tick tock person in detail. She kept raising the issue in conversation - which suddenly made me realise how very very very irritating I must have been whilst I was infatuated with him. I humbly apologise for each and every post, each and every conversation that I have had with you. I am Sooo Sorry. And now on to a post about the tick tock person!!

The whole thing was rather amusing. The things that she dislikes about him are the very same things that I find so endearing and intriguing.

His quirky sense of humour - I find him hilarious, and we laugh and laugh and laugh. She thinks he's not funny, and when he's trying to be funny she thinks he's being rude and / or stupid. I don't know if this is because I am odd for getting his jokes, or she is odd for not getting his jokes.

Also, she thinks he's childish, because he doesn't make decisions. What do you want to do? she says, I don't know, he says. She hates that. I think its fantastic, because I get to think up some stupid harebrained scheme that he just instantly agrees to and gets enthusiastic about, and then off we go and have a fantastic time together.

He actually does come up with great ideas too, he sets silly tasks for us to do, which I think is great fun. I don't know that he's done this with her, she didn't mention it. I think he mustn't have, because she would have mentioned it if he'd dared her to do something really stupid.

She thinks that he's weird because he relates in an odd way to his family. I think the way they relate is unusual, but it doesn't bug me in the way that it bugs her. I have gotten to know him, and learned about his family, and I think I understand why they behave the way that they do. They love each other, they just work differently to most families. She thinks that they're weird, and that he's weird, and she doesn't like it.

But she thinks he's hot. Obviously I agree with that one.

I wonder what this says about us as people?

I think the contrast in our attitudes to the tick tock person are marked.

I think Mary has gone in with an expectation of what she wants him to be, and now is seeing only the gaps between her expectation and the reality of the person that he is. It must make it very difficult to get to know a person when you aren't able to look at who they are, because you're too busy looking at what they aren't.

I wonder if she had gone in with a more open mind, without preconceptions, if the result would have been different, if she would have ended up liking him more rather than less.

I don't know though.

That might have impacted on the familial relations stuff, but the rest of it is more personality driven anyway. I mean, if you don't like a particular type of humour (in this case odd sardonic sarcastic or highbrow wordy type humour) then even if you go in with an open mind, you still aren't going to like it.

Same goes for the decision making stuff. She likes a man who has a plan, who will decide where to go, what to do. He isn't like that, so even if she hadn't gone in expecting him to be all decisive-like, she still wouldn't have been pleased to find that he isn't interested in running the show. Its not even that he's completely unable to make a decision, he just doesn't always have the answer.

Mary obviously has a fairly well developed idea of what she likes, and what she dislikes about people in general and men in particular. That could be a very good thing really - I mean, she knows what she wants and she isn't going to waste her time with men who don't meet those expectations. But at the same time, she's going to miss out on all sorts of fantastic experiences because she's not so willing to spend time with a variety of people. Eventually, she may find what she's looking for, but what if what she's looking for isn't what she really wants or needs?

I'd like to think that I'm quite accepting of all sorts of different people, and that I'm able to deal with them at their level. I try not to judge people, I want to like people as they are, without asking them to change.

I'm looking back at when I first met the tick tock person. The only things that I seem to have assumed were that:

a) He was a nice person

b) He liked me (and based on the evidence at the time this wasn't improbable)

Everything else seems to have been covered by the oft repeated lines of "we behaved like complete children" "just getting to know one another" and "we talked and laughed and talked and laughed".

Maybe he is childish, if I so often remarked that we behaved like children? Mmm. But then, I was writing it in a postive sense, we had so much fun, and it was simple and carefree. I liked it very much. I still enjoy that aspect of our relationship.

I did find things that were difficult to understand about him, but I've gone to the effort of finding out what makes him tick, and that's something I wouldn't just do for him. I like to know what motivates people, I like to understand how other peoples minds work. I like to know my friends properly, and deal with them on a deeper level.

On the downside, I don't have the clarity that Mary has about what it is that I require of men in my life. Except that they are drug free, respectful and accepting of my beautiful daughter, I don't really have any other hard and fast rules. I don't care if they are decisive or indecisive, funny or serious, grownup or childish, close to their family, or not. It seriously doesn't bother me, as long as the person I'm with is someone with whom I find happiness and joy and laughter and love, then the rest is negotiable.

I'm interested in what y'all think about this.

 

Also, just as a completely out of the blue aside - I am so missing intimacy right now. I would just love to have someone in my life with whom I was completely comfortable, someone to cuddle up to, hold and be held by.

I miss nestling my head on a mans shoulder, smelling that sweet spot just behind their ear. The feel of strong man hands on my waist. I miss that feeling of safety that comes from having a person who loves you hold you tight. Waking up in the middle of the night, rolling over and having that person roll over too, pulling you close to them so that they can be close to you.

Its not the sex, its not even the kissing (though I miss both of those too!!) its the intimacy.

It's that warm feeling that courses through your veins when you can look into the eyes of the man who loves you. Its that knowing that you are safe. That the person who holds your heart thinks of that holding as an honour. Knowing that there is someone in the world who trusts you enough to let you hold their heart.

I miss that.

Sometimes it's hard to remember to hold one's own heart as gently as one should. It's much easier to see the pain that rough handling causes another, but I think we are much more adept at ignoring the damages we inflict upon ourselves. In my head, I can tell myself all manner of horrid things, things I would never say to another, things I would never allow another to say to me. Things that wound me.

I miss having a strong, loving, gentle man caretaking my heart.

I miss the intimacy.

Jun 12, 2006 at 12:03 o\clock

The New House

by: Sassy1

Well, I went out today to pick up Nicky, and to check out the new house.

Lovely place, from the outside. It needs a new garden, and a good clean would do it the world of good, but on the whole, not bad.

On the inside, different matter. The paint wasn't bad, but again, the whole place could have done with a really good clean. That is something I guess is just outside of my comprehension. Why wouldn't you clean a place properly before you moved in?

Like the lightshades were filthy. Filthy. If you are moving into a new house, wouldn't you clean it first, then as you unpack, clean the things you are unpacking, so that everything is beautiful and clean? I would.

The first place I bought, with my ex-fiance, we went in for a week before we moved and cleaned everything, carpets, drapes, kitchen cupboards. We re-lined all the cupboards, washed the windows, scrubbed the walls down with sugar soap, the whole deal. We probably went a bit OTT, because it wasn't really that bad when we bought it, but we knew when we moved in that it was clean and that the things we were moving in were clean.

Every box we unpacked, we cleaned the items as we went. All the dishes were washed as they were unpacked, all the glassware, all the books were dusted, all the furniture was clean.

I will never understand how people, in this case Mr. D. and Shell, could move into a new place when it is noticibly dirty, and not clean it up. And not only just not clean up, but contribute to the dirtiness of it!

They'd pulled up the carpet, for reasons known only to themselves, and the floorboards were gross. There were holes, and cracked boards. I was seriously worried that I was going to fall through (I was wearing heels and watching where I stood!). While I was there, the cat, who was under the house, put his paws up through one of the cracks. Shell PULLED UP THE BOARD, pulled the cat through, and then replaced the board.

Surely this is not normal behaviour?

I can see that the place has potential. Its a beautiful old red brick home, with 12 foot ceilings, wide halls and generous rooms. But it needs a lot of work. The kitchen was obviously done up in the 40's, and is a rather stylish bright blue.

Nicky's room is nice, she has two floor to ceiling windows, and it is a very big room. They've bought her a new bed, and Shells son has one the same. Lovely new bed, with a carved timber bedhead.

I guess its a bit hard to tell at this point, because there were just boxes EVERYWHERE, but I imagine it will be a nice place when they get settled. Certainly the house could be lovely, but its going to take a lot of money and time to get it up to scratch.

 

On that note, I spoke to Mr. D. today about the financial side of our situation. Up to this point, I haven't asked him for a red cent. The Govt. Dept. In Charge Of Such Things dictates how much money should move between the parties in this situation, and when we split, he said he wasn't going to be paying any support. I didn't really want to rock the boat, and I didn't ask him for the amount that the Dept. ICOST had said he should be paying.

This week I am going to put in the forms so that the Dept. ICOST knows exactly what is going on with Nicky, and where she spends what amount of time.

I also said to Mr. D. that I'll be doing things by the book from now on. I can get into trouble if I don't do what is dictated by the Dept. ICOST, and I'm not going to put myself in that position.

This will probably come across to Mr. D. and Shell as if I'm just being a bitch, but at the end of the day, I could have been doing the right thing from the start, and I'd be much better off financially - after all, I've just been wearing the costs without assistance from him, or anyone else for the last 9 months. (Prior to that I was getting some assistance from the Dept. ICOST)

If I hadn't just let the issue slide, they probably wouldn't have the house, and certainly wouldn't have been able to afford all the lovely new furniture for Nicky and Shells son. I don't really see why I should put myself in a position where I have no money to purchase nice things for Nicky, and the very distinct possibility of being fined for not doing the right thing by the Dept. ICOST.

So tonight I'm filling in the forms, and the court paperwork about the access stuff, and I'll be putting them at the end of the week.

I haven't heard from the job yet, but I'll keep you posted.

Hugs to you,

Sass

Jun 11, 2006 at 13:39 o\clock

Catchup #2 The Job

by: Sassy1

Mood: Proud

So I really don't know if I have already told you this or not... I had a quick read back over some of the previous entries and I can't find it. But talking to Mrs Macca over the weekend, and she knew about it. I don't know. So I'm just gonna start from the start and see how we go.

Late in April, I put in an application for this incredible job. 82K, with a car, doing something that I would a)love to do, and b) really rock at.

I decided that my application needed to be a bit spectacular, so I put together this absolutely intriguing and interesting flip chart type presentation, with a spunky photo on the front, and it was witty and clever and cheeky and fantastic. I bound it in a leather folder, and then I wrapped it in brown paper and made it look all pretty with raffia gift wrap and a gift tag that read "To the CEO, From Sass" so it looked like a present.

It was designed to stand out from the crowd, and make the people reading the applications remember me and hopefully want to meet me. It worked!

I had an interview on Thursday for the position, with a panel of 3 people, plus a lady on the telephone, who I guess made 4.

I really wanted to ace the interview - not because I want the job - but because I want them to want me.

I think that the interview went really well, and I'm hoping to hear back during the week. I really enjoyed the interview process really, which was a bit surprising, because it's usually such an unsettling process.

I did a mock interview on the Wednesday though, over the phone with a lady who works in a similar role and who I knew through my leadership program. She asked me questions that I wouldn't have thought of, and they were almost exactly what were asked during the actual interview. I felt really in control and well prepared.

I do hope that they offer it to me, though I am intending to turn it down. It was advertised as being between Melbourne and Sydney, so I figured I could keep a base somewhere in between. During the interview, they clarified that they had decided that the position was going to be based in Sydney, and that the person who took the position would need to live in Sydney full time.

I'm just not prepared to do that - It would mean too much time away from Nicky, and I'm really hoping to be able to have her live with me here in Sassville and go to school here next year... but thats for the next installment.

The fact that I got an interview really boosted me, I realise that I am really very competent, and able to takle projects that are quite complex, interesting and well paid. That people in postions of authority would consider me as a serious applicant makes me feel so much better about my decision to stay here. It's a validation I guess.

I feel like I could do a fantastic job of the position I applied for, but I can also continue to do a fantastic job here, and the choice is mine. I'm so lucky that I can choose to live here, and not lose the amazing lifestyle that I have. If I can convince Mr. D. to let Nicky go to school here, then it will be perfect.

Jun 11, 2006 at 12:53 o\clock

Catchup #1 Bright

by: Sassy1

Mood: Happy

Ok - I've been horribly slack in updating lately.

Not because I haven't had anything happening, quite the opposite actually. I've been flat out, flat stick. So here is the update on everything, conveniently written in chapter format for your edification.

So this long weekend, I went away with my most beautiful girlfriends to Bright. We have a house over there that we stay in, and we leave as early as we can manage on a Friday, then come home slowly on a Sunday.

All we do all weekend is eat, drink, laugh, and relax. And we make cards too - or whatever other craft takes our fancy.

This weekend I actually made three cards (up-ing my productivity by 300%!!) one for the lovely Mrs. Macca and the Guitar Guy's wedding, one for my hunky cousin and his beautiful fiancees wedding, and one for my lovely mentor who is in hospital next week having an operation.

Seems like all of Sassville is in hospital at the moment. But onwards.

Our girls weekends away are always the best fun. And its not that we do anything particularly exciting, its more that the company is so excellent.

You know when you have people around you, and you trust them implicitly, and they know you, and you know them, and you can just be completely relaxed and yourself around them? Its like that.

And the food. Jebus. Everything is delicious. A sample menu for your perusal:

Dinner Night One:

Dried fruit cheeses, tomato and chilli pesto and dippity bix.

Home made zucchini quiche, with fresh salad and avocado.

Home made lime tart with fresh cream.

Breakfast:

Cinnamon and apple swirl toast, English Muffins, Cinnamon / Caramel Lattes.

Snack:

Homemade spiced apple cake. Heaven Strawberry white chocolate.

Lunch:

Warm Chicken, Cesaer salad, fresh bread rolls, coleslaw, potato salad, sundried tomatos and olives.

Snack:

Warm fetta with green pesto, sundried tomatos and olives, served with a garlic and cheese pizza bread.

Dinner:

Chicken and sweet potato casserole in a white wine sauce, with rice.

Lemon Delicious pudding with cream.

 

Everything was made on location by my lovely girlfriends, except for the Lemon Delicious, which was made by ME! Yes folks, you read it here first - I actually cooked something, and not only was it edible, it was bloody beautiful.

I feel so full! We seriously ate every three hours, minimum. And we snacked in between. We even snacked between snacks. Or drank. I dread to think how many bottles of wine we went through! It was lovely. I feel so beautifully relaxed and so very blessed to have so many incredible people in my life.

And while I was away, it was lovely to hear from both the lovely Mrs Macca - who called to fill in her car journey home, and Stace, who called (slightly maggotted) to fill me in on how her new life away way away is going.

He he he. Mrs Macca - I loved that you called because we hadn't "caught up" via this blog. I had completely forgotten that you guys even read it!! (This is what happens when you lurkers don't comment...) It actually made me think that I should have a little hiatus a little more often, if it means you will call up and catch me up on whats going on with you guys too!!

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