Well, Bather boy and I have been out a number of times now, and its been fantastic.
I really wasn't keen at all to be going out with him, but things went so well on our first date that we went out again, and again, and we're going out again today.
So I'm very sorry that I've been neglecting you all, but I will do better in the next week or so.
This is what happens when there are so many weddings to attend and look purty at. Time gets away.
Yeah, so I did a really pathetic thing last night, and I called GM.
I asked him if he was happy.
He said that he was.
I explained that I was not happy, and not doing so well with the whole breakup thing, and really quite pathetic and miserable really.
Oh, he says.
And then we went on to discuss Nicky, and footy, and just have a chat.
And that was that.
So I kindof figure from this that my idea that he might come to his senses, realise how all round smashing I am, and make amends with me was quite misplaced and desperate and in reality, it is never going to happen.
Just for that reason, that now I am fully aware and not even hoping anymore, it was worth being pathetic and making that call. Tonight, for the first time since we broke up, I am not umming and ahhing about whether or not I should call him. I'm not pining hopelessly.
So when I got off the phone with GM, I thought to myself that I really need to get on with my life.
Which prompted me to think about BatherBoy. BatherBoy had been very good about me not being available on weekends for the forseeable future, but had sent me a message saying that we could catch up for lunch one day towards the end of this week, as he was having some time off work and could meet me at my convenience in my lunch break, if I got one, if I wanted to. You have to give it to the man, he is persistant.
I saw him the day after he sent this message, and I said no, I just couldn't manage it, I was too busy. Work was nuts and I just couldn't swing it. Sorry.
Then I went home, had this conversation with GM, and I thought to myself, really, whats stopping me from going out with BatherBoy.
The girls all think that he is the cats pyjamas. He is quite cute, and by all accounts is H.O.T. in his togs... not that that matters, but its nice to know ;). Most of all, he's been very nice to talk to, was fun to play pool with at the pub, and I think if I wasn't so pathetically in love with GM, I probably would be jumping at the chance to go out with him.
I pondered this for a while. And pondered, and pondered some more.
I went to the P&C Meeting at the school, and he was there. This gave me a terrific opportunity to really study him without being too obvious. (I hope!)
And what I saw really impressed me. He's articulate, he was funny, he knew his stuff on the governance issues, he's prepared to show up, and he's involved. And his arms are really tanned and sexy. I didn't think that arms could be sexy. But looking at his arms, I realised that they are really very sexy. Sexy arms. Got that? Good oh.
I went home. I thought about it for a while. Then I called him. I apologised for fobbing him off, and said that right now I am pretty damaged and shattered over the whole recent breakup thing. But at the same time, I would like to get to know him better.
So if he wants to have lunch with someone who is completely damaged and shattered, I was free on Friday.
And he sounded pretty happy about that.
Which in itself is odd... I don't know if I would be happy if someone said that to me, but whatever, right.
And now I am dreading it. There are so many questions...
What Do I Wear, and What Shall We Eat, and Where Shall We Eat It?
Echugh. I hate this crap.
* Despite wanting to, and really really really wanting to, I have not called GM.
(However I did deliberately see his mum to get news of him, and texted his sister to get her advice)
* I have been going out on Friday and Saturday nights and having a wonderful time.
(However, I mostly just compare other boys to GM and bitch if they have the nerve to ask me out)
* I haven't driven past his house, at all.
(But only because he lives 25 odd kms out of my way. If I had the slightest reason...)
* I have not gone to the pub when I know that he is there.
(Pretty proud of that one, didn't sabotage myself at all... Progress?)
* I have made plans for the next three weekends running, that I cannot alter even if he comes back.
(Though I will be unpartnered at both weddings as a result of the breakup and therefore miss him)
* I have gone to work looking absolutely smashing every day for the last two weeks.
(On the off chance that he'll see me down the street)
* I have written an entire post without mentioning his name (see below)
(But now I have written another post about him, and how much I miss him.)
*Sigh*
(*sigh*)
I just got a phone call from BatherBoy, and he asked me out for coffee.
He said that the "Evil Mums" had been in his ear, explaining that I'm busy and don't have a lot of time on my hands, so he understood that I wasn't going to be available for a while.
Actually, I'm not going to be available for a month. A full month. *shakes head* I am such the social butterfly, am I not?
Anyway, I said, ummm... that was unexpected.
He asked why, and I responded "because you apologised for asking me out!"
He then explained that he didn't mean the apology to be for asking me out, but rather for asking me out by text message in the middle of the night. He had meant to ask me out, and so, would I like to go for coffee sometime.
I explained that I really don't have any time at all until mid April. This seemed to throw him a bit... as I guess it would.
So I said that when I was free I would text him, and then he could let me know if he was free or not, sometime next month.
At least that gives me some breathing space.
This random recounting of events starts late on Friday evening... this weeks regularly scheduled physical activity was cancelled due to the rain and it allowed me the opportunity to hit the pub slightly earlier than usual. There were several things of note that happened throughout the evening, however, as I am a rambly tired lazy bugger, I shall just pour forth with the story and you may attempt to keep up if you like, otherwise, feel free to navigate away without news of my world.
I was bailed up in the toilets at the pub by a lady that I don't really know all that well... she asked me some rather personal questions, am I really single, how many kids do I have, how often do I have Nicky, do I live in town and so on, before mentioning that she was here with her husband and a man that we shall call BatherBoy. (This term was coined by my lovely friend, after hearing that the Mums were deeply enamoured of this man due to his rather attractive figure... best displayed at the pool... which explains the sudden increase of playdates in that locale.)
Some background here is probably in order. BatherBoy is really a man - older than me but not sure how much. He has two kids and is divorced. His youngest is in Nicky's year at school, and he is by all accounts quite a nice person. He must be, as ever since GM and I split up, the Mums have been desperately seeking a way to set us up. The Mums are my girlfriends here in town, most of whom have kids in Nicky's year too. They all think that BatherBoy is just the most delicious thing that God ever put breath into, and have been telling me all about him and how we should get together.
So when this lady was telling me that she was here with him, I began to think that this was not just a polite conversation with a random stranger, but something more sinister. Then she says "So do you know BatherBoy?" I said I know him, but he doesn't know me. "He wants to know you though" she says. Honestly, people in this town are subtle like housebricks.
So I laughed and said that I thought we'd probably run into each other at the school eventually, bid her goodnight, and headed back to the bar. I was sitting out the back chatting to a friend about an hour later when the random lady and her party left, BatherBoy walking past without saying anything, talking to his mate (random ladies husband) and she said goodbye to me and gave me a hug. Ok. Random. Hugs are nice though.
Some time later the husband walks up to me in the bar, and says "hello Sass, this is BatherBoy" Now just to be very clear - I have NEVER MET husband before. I don't even know his name. So I say hello to BatherBoy, and he and husband settle in for a chat. It is later revealed that random lady is now at BatherBoys house looking after his kids so that he could come back to the pub with husband, apparently for the sole purpose of making my aquaintance. Thats not at all awkward or weird... right?? LOL (PS: I'm so popular and stuff LOL)
The lady behind the bar (who is one of the Mums) comes over and chats with us, facilitating conversation between myself and BatherBoy. We ended up playing pool for most of the night, until he left just before stumps. As he was leaving he asked if he could give me a call sometime. I said Ok, and gave him my number. This is part of my inability to say no / never say no policy. Note to self: MUST update that policy.
Later in the early hours of the morning, I recieved a text message from BatherBoy, asking if I would like to have lunch on a specific day, and ended BatherBoy X
Now that is not the sort of text that one should reply to after two am, when one has spent a significant amount of time at the bar being attended to by a friend who is also barstaff / bouncer and who continiually replaces empty bottles with full ones at no charge and without being asked. This does tend to result in one drinking more than one would if one was paying for said bottles. Anyway, I left it until the morning to reply, and we shall come back to my Bartending Bouncing Friend in a moment, otherwise this is just going to get confusing and even less coherent than it currently is.
So. The next morning I sent a text back, saying that I was sorry, I had plans for the day that he had suggested, could I take a raincheck. I thought that was non-committal without being too keen / insultingly disinterested. But he rang me then, and spoke to me. And what he said has left me feeling rather silly and slightly confused.
Basically he was very apologetic for sending the text message, and the impression that I was left with after the call was that he didn't mean to ask me out at all, and he was very embarrassed about the whole texting while under the weather thing.
PS: Don't think I've ever had anyone openly admit to accidentally asking me out and then regretting it when they sobered up. That doesn't make a person feel particularly spectacular. Mmmm.
Anyway, that was fine, and we got off the phone. Today I spoke to the lady bartender, who said that she'd been speaking to him, and had gotten the impression from him that he was really excited about potentially having lunch on the day that he had specified, and that he was disappointed that I was not free. Well, I said to her, thats not the impression that I got from him. So maybe one of us has our wires crossed, but I daresay it will all work out in the end.
Which leads me to say that I'm really really not interested in dating anyone at all. Even if it turns out that BatherBoy is interested, and somehow I just got the wrong end of the stick there, I'm still not interested in dating BatherBoy. Or even in having a coffee and discussing the weather. Or anything.
I'll play pool with a guy, because that allows me to smack the buggery out of a little white ball, feel good about pulling off random excellent shots, and forget that my heart is more mangled than Michael Jacksons face. You need a partner to play pool, and there are more boys here than girls. Stands to reason that I'm going to end up playing pool with a few blokes. Pool does not mean that I wish to imbibe caffenated beverages with you and make awkward conversation.
BatherBoy was very nice, but I'm too in love with silly GM to do anything with anyone. Who's to know - maybe if I wasn't so emotionally crippled right now I'd realise that the Mums were right, and the guy is Prince Bloody Charming. But all I can see is someone who ISN'T the man who makes my heart go BOOM BOOM BOOM when it should be going pitter patter. *Sigh*
To add to my confusion about the whole "desperately hoping GM is going to come charging back into my life on a wagon with AA written on the side and tell me that I AM worth more than beer" thing...
I was talking to my friend the Bartender / Bouncer - who to save my poor busted fingers, we shall call Tank. So I was chatting away to Tank, and he was telling me that GM had tried to come into the pub last weekend, and that they had had some words about that, out the front of the pub.
Apparently, GM headed away from the pub, but not before telling Tank: "You stay away from my girl"
GM knows that when I walk into that pub, that Tank gives me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, that he keeps my bevvies up, and that we play pool, the jukebox, and that he lets me stay till stumps. We also pull stupid faces at each other, have a dance, and muck about. We're friends. Thats what friends do. GM didn't like it much, which I guess is fair enough - it probably doesn't look all that innocent when he's standing out on the pavement and I'm inside having a good time.
Anyway - I know that I'm sad and pathetic, but this gives me a little feeling of YAY! He misses me!!!
Feel free to criticise that. Most of my friends here have.
One of my girlfriends was asking me: "Why would you even WANT to go back there? He treated you like shit, then chose beer over you. What do you want?"
"I want to talk to him. I guess I want to ask him if he's as miserable as I am, if he misses me, if he loves me."
"Why would you want to give him the chance to kick you in the guts again! What if he says no? Then you just feel even more shit. And if he says yes, well he's still the same person that got pissed and pushed you around. You don't need that shit. What is wrong with you? You're a Freak!"
This girlfriend is one of my favourites here in Sassville, because she is deliciously blunt. There is no bullshit with this lady. She tells it as she sees it, but she delivers it in such a beautiful way that you know that its coming from her heart and she means well.
And she's right. I am a freak. I love a guy who clearly is not good for me. But I LOVE HIM. If anyone out there knows how to turn that feeling off, please let me know how.
Last night I did something very nice though, and I went with Mary to a bush-bogan themed pub near to my parents house. Its an old converted shearing shed, and its very very country. So I country boganed up, in the words of Mary: "You have such a McLeods Daughters thing going on tonight" and it was pretty good really. My lovely friend Becks came too, and he was most appreciative of the country look - which is nice as he has very good taste and also is very honest. If it didn't work, he would have let me know.
So we met up at the pub with my mum and dad, my sister and her girlfriend, and Becks. There were a couple of guys that I went to school with, and a heap of people that we didn't know. There was a live band, and it was the most awesome of nights. We danced and played pool and I laughed so much that my tummy hurts today. Dad danced with me and spun me round and round, the publican came out to where we were sitting, put his arm around me and asked if I'd had a good night, before he gave me a kiss on the cheek goodbye (he was hot so this was v. nice). All in all a very pleasant night.
My whole family also embarrassed the hell out of poor Mary - she had her eye on a young fella, but wouldn't talk to him. So one by one, our entire party did... it was hilarious. Poor guy... all he did was show up!
I think we will be heading to that little country pub more often. It was a fantastic night out, and I really loved spending that time with my family.
I went home and slept at mum and dads, and I had the most delicious dream that I must record, in case it turns out to be some sort of most excellent premonition:
I was with a man. We'd only just met, but I don't know HOW we met. It didn't seem important at the time to think about it. Anyway, he was tall. He had lovely skin and a delicious smile, and his hair was sandy blonde / light brown. It was all messy and surfer-dude-esque, but he wasn't a surfer. He was quite well built, and had a slight tan. He leaned towards me a kissed me, and I had this feeling stronger than anything I've ever felt, that everything was as it should be. The whole world tilted on its axis.
His name, and I don't remember him saying it in the dream, but I remember saying it to him... was Ewan.
Which is a very odd thing, as I don't know anyone by that name at all. The only Ewan I've ever even heard of is Ewan McGregor - and the man of my dream did not look anything like him.
I woke up with a certainty that I was going to meet this man, and we would be together.
Which is silly. But it did make me feel wonderful, that feeling. And you know, even now, writing about it, I feel wonderful.
So now I'm going to go to sleep, and hope that I have another dream of Ewan. (Or GM) (But preferably Ewan, as there is no drama there, or worry about beer, or hard stuff.) (Plus Ewan was HOT.) He he he. Goodnight y'all.
So today I took my lovely Nicky to the shops in the big town near to us. Among other things, we bought some of those lovely new power saving environment friendly light globes. I bought the ones with the wrong ends on them though, so they don't actually fit anywhere in my house, but the thought was there.
So on our way out to our car, which was parked on the upper level of the two story carpark (I know, we're so metro etc.) I noticed a small gang of five kids, verbally abusing anyone who walked past them.
This is the most bogan suburb in our area, so while disgusted by the sight and sound of it, I wasn't particularly surprised.
So Nicky and I got into our car, I set up the iPod, I buckled Nicky in, did my own seatbelt up, fiddled about organising myself, then started to drive out of the carpark.
About halfway across the carpark I noticed something fishy was going on in the row next to where I was. There was a little old lady in a car, with her window down, talking to the same gang of kids. They were screaming abuse at her at the top of their lungs, and she was obviously telling them to give it up. The ringleader then grabbed a nearby trolley and attempted to ram the ladies car. The lady sped off, which is the only thing that saved her from a large panel beating bill.
The kids then ran towards the exit ramp, and I continued to drive out, horrified at what I had seen.
But as the two cars in front of me drove down the ramp, their drivers were verbally abused by these kids, and the girl leader spat on the cars.
I didn't want this to happen to me, so I stopped and motioned for them to cross in front of me. The girl leader started to yell at me to get moving (and this was liberally sprinkled with discriptions of what I was, many words that were more at home in a pub during a fight than coming out of this childs mouth.)
I waited. And waited. The girl leader was staring at me. I stared back. She continued to yell.
Another car drove up behind me, so I had to drive on. They spat on my car as I drove past. I pulled into a car park as I got onto the road, and got my mobile out to call the police.
The police lady was very nice, and the kids gathered about my car as I spoke to her. They were yelling at me. The ringleader girl was swearing "You stupid B&*ch, as if you called the cops, nice fake call you C*&%"
And so forth.
They then started knocking on my windows, hitting my car doors, and spitting on my car.
People were starting to stare at us, but they didn't stop.
The girl leader sat on my bonnet and put her feet up there too.
A man approached me from across the road. I wound down my window, and said to him that we were OK, I'd called the police adn they were on their way.
He told the girl to get off my car, and the other ones to step away. They went and sat on the grass nature strip. They continued to verbally abuse both of us as the man and I talked. Until this point, I'd stayed in the car, because they were threatening to physically harm me if I got out.
So we chatted for a while, and then the police came round the corner.
The kids shat themselves, got up and bolted.
The police saw them bolt, and immediately sped up. They got just about airborne coming over a speedhump, and caught the kids.
Yay!
So the man gave his details to the policeman, and so did I. (He was YOUNGER than me. I'm horrified. He was so grown up and masterful! I'm such a sooky girl!!)
And then I came home.
The end.
There is probably a whole post on child delinquency and the poor parenting that leads to the creation of children like these, and so on. But frankly, I'm tuckered out. Another time maybe.
Hello Everyone!
Firstly I would like you all to take a quick quiz for me.
My sister has struck again.
Today my lovely Nicky recieved a package in the post from my sister. She's away. Overseas. Visiting this joint, one should imagine...
Anyway, she sent a birthday package for Nicky. Very nice of her, I thought.
Until I opened the card to read it to Nicky.
And I quote (using sudonyms for obvious reasons...)
Dear Nicky,
WOW YOU'RE SIX!
Love Auntie Sister
xoxoxoxoxo
One hug and kiss each for Mr. D., HER, Her boy spawn, The new baby, and You!
Ok. Lets just have a little discussion about what is wrong with this picture.
a) Nicky was five, not six.
b) This card was sent to my house.
MY HOUSE. For Nicky. So why have we got love and kisses for Mr. D. and his family? What other reason could there possibly be for doing that, other than to point out forcefully that she hates my guts? She could have simply not mentioned or acknowledged me at all. But no. She had to go that extra step.
What kind of person does that shit? Seriously?
So now we have the straw poll.
SHOULD MY REACTION BE:
A) Nothing. Do nothing, Say nothing, Ignore it completely and continue as you are.
B) Quit keeping the photo website for her, and wasting half an hour every week on keeping her in touch with the family, because she obviously has no respect for me.
C) Quit keeping the website, and make the closing entry a montage that shows why I'm quiting.
D) Write an abusive entry on here about it then do nothing.
* SHE is a bitch. I now officially hate her more than I have ever hated anything - including PE at school and low fat milk. And that is a lot. SHE refused to let me speak to my daughter on the weekend - refused to hand the phone over. What a bitch. GRRRR.
* If I were a policeman, and I was going to be on television, I would at least make sure that my hat was on straight.
* I had a car accident yesterday. I wasn't injured (you can stop the panic etc), however, I did trash my car pretty well. Yay me. Yay for my inability to correctly identify hazards in my rear view mirror.
* I did my eye makeup in five minutes this morning. This leads me to the conclusion that five minutes is far too short an amount of time to do eye makeup suitable for work. However, it also leads me to the conclusion that if I ever need to go to a fancy dress party as the victim of a mugging who sustained two black eyes - five minutes is all I will require. Cloud, meet silver lining.
* It does not take three firemen to check one ladies smoke alarm. I don't care how old and frail she is TV Newscrew, that is overkill. If they were hot firemen, yeah, OK. But they aren't. So clearly, one would have been sufficient. Quit wasting our resources already. And PS: That isn't news.
* Napisan is a wonderous product. If you have some in your cupboard, and you haven't used it as a paste yet, go now. Go and try it. Get a stain that you are SURE will not come out, and do as I say. (Ignore the instructions on the packet - do it my way. Trust me.)
Wet the garment. Sprinkle the Napisan on the garment liberally. Then drip water onto the Napisan, while holding the garment from underneath, until a paste is created. Paddle around in the paste-y Napisan-y goop. Feel the heat coming through the fabric?? How cool is that??? TRY IT PEOPLE. IT WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE FOREVER (or amuse you for milliseconds at the very least).
* If you are going to use the word "slander", and you are semi-retarded ho-ho from a backwater town who's only remarkable feature is your astounding ability to get knocked up "by accident" every time you sleep with a bloke... (I'll give you three guesses who I'm referring to... and a hint... see point one) GET A DICTIONARY AND KNOW WHAT THE WORD MEANS FIRST.
Also: Slander and Opportunities do not go next to one another. Ever. The juxtopostion robs both words of their intended meaning. Grammatical vandalism, thats what that is. Have a think about your sentance structure prior to putting pen to paper. It isn't that hard. Writing poorly just pisses me off, plus it makes you look stupid. And you look stupid enough without doing anything to enhance that state. So don't use those two words together. Ever. Actually, even better than that? Don't write to me. Leave that to Mr. D., you know, the other parent of my daughter. The person who actually has a right to have a say in her life. That one, you know who I mean? Just to be really clear here: NOT YOU.
* Lindor Balls are by far the best chocolate I have ever tasted. And more satisfying than anything I've experienced lately. LOL Hands up if you're not getting any! *Raises both hands and shakes them all about, does hokey pokey, turns around, sits right down a-gain la la*
* For my birthday, my lovely girlfriends took me to the pub at the hour of my birth (which was 6.30pm for those playing at home) and we had a drink and purved on boys. This was a simply delightful way to spend an hour, and yet...
* I am still pathetically mooning over GM. Is it wrong that I still have his picture beside my bed and say goodnight to him every night like I did when we were going out? I mean, its only been a month... you know what, on second thoughts, don't answer that. Hey, at least I didn't take it away with me. I was disappointed that he didn't even send me a text message for my birthday though. I know. I'm sad and pathetic.
* And finally for Jobe - I am now going out to my washing line. I'm going to be pegging out the washing. And it is once again blowing a gale in Sassville. So now you have your wish. I rather think that this post has everything - including Pegging Out.
I had the most amusing conversation with Mr. D. this evening.
He asked to speak to me after Nicky had told him our plans for the weekend. I'm going away you see, and I'm not coming home until Monday afternoon. Of course, Nicky comes home on Sunday evening. So I have arranged with my mum that she stand in my stead, and for Nicky to stay the night there.
Nicky was telling him about this, because she is very excited about sleeping over at Grans house, and the things that they have planned to do.
He got on the phone and asked me what was going on.
I explained.
He wanted to know when he had to bring Nicky back.
Sunday, as usual.
But she hasn't got school on Monday.
No, she hasn't. She's got a public holiday.
And you aren't going to be home.
No I'm not. But I've made plans for Mum to look after Nicky.
So you aren't going to let me keep her for an extra day then.
No. No I'm not. From now on Mr. D., we play by the rules. And the papers say that she stays with you weekends, and me weekdays. So thats what we are going to do.
But its a holiday. She spends holidays with me.
Its a public holiday, not school holidays. She needs to come home on the Sunday evening as usual.
Fine.
He wasn't happy. Which amuses me for the reason that had he been even remotely nice during the months that have preceded this conversation, I probably would have offered him the extra day with Nicky. I always used to, if I had something to go to, or if it was his birthday, or if there was a family event on that he'd like Nicky to go to. But he's been such a complete bastard that I'm not interested in being nice anymore. My being nice has been construed by him as a lack of love on my behalf for my lovely Nicky. He used those dates in court as evidence that I don't care about her.
I'm not going away because I don't want to have that time with Nicky, on the contrary, I want to spend as much time with Nicky as possible. Thats why I've bent my whole life around looking after her, and changed my hours at work so I can be there for her. But this weekend has been planned since before the courtcase, its for my birthday and my girlfriends hens party, and I want to go. I know that Nicky will have a wonderful time with Gran, and that this one night is going to be made very special for her. She's already looking forward to it. She's so excited that she was telling Mr. D. all about it, for crying out loud.
So now he has an interesting choice. He can bring Nicky back on Sunday as he should, or he can not.
He could always choose not to, and hold onto Nicky until Monday evening. That would mean that he's broken the papers, and he'll be in breach of the court. That would give me a lot more power going into more negotiations. I really should ring tomorrow and find out what happens if he does that.
I hope that he does the right thing... but he hasn't exactly got the best track record happening lately, does he! I'll keep you posted on that one.
In other news, I had a lovely conversation with GM's mum today. Nicky had been asking me in the last week or so when we are going to see GM, when we are going to see GM's Mum, when we are going to see GM's sister. So I thought it couldn't hurt to head into GM's Mums shop and say hello.
She was so pleased to see Nicky, and gave us both a big hug and kiss hello. She said that she'd missed us - and we chatted for about an hour.
Interesting things to come out of the conversation:
* GM isn't drinking at home or after work anymore. At all. The only time he's been out was on Friday when I saw him. She saw this as a positive sign that he was thinking about his behaviour and the ramifications... losing me from his life.
* GM is being a complete homebody - he has hardly been off the farm. Which is very un-GM. He was always ducking into town before, and now he doesn't. This is an interesting one. I'm going to go way out there and assume that he's getting the opposite reaction from people around town to the one that I'm getting. I'm hearing a fairly constant stream of "you could do better" "better off without him" "he's mad for letting you go". If he's been getting "you're an idiot for leaving her" "you'll never do that well again" "she can do better" then maybe he's over hearing that, and is therefore avoiding town to avoid those comments. Thats just pure conjecture of course, but the townsfolk are VERY forthcoming with their opinions. It could be that he's just broke or something. Or hiding from me! LOL
* He hasn't told his parents or siblings that we've broken up. Or mentioned it at all. His mum said that when he was a kid, he wouldn't talk about things that really upset him... then he'd just kind of POP and it would all come out with a rush. She seems to think he's pretty close to this point. She said she had considered asking him when we were going to come round for dinner again... but decided she'd be better letting him POP in his own time.
So in closing - lets all hope that he POP's sooner rather than later, comes to his senses, realises how freaking awesome I am and comes back ready to give up the ales and love me forever amen.
Desperate and Pathetic??? Me??? Hell N.... Well yeah. Ok. Point taken.
In other random news, I think the Family Guy is the most hilarious program on television. There's always so much going on... I think you'd need to watch each episode about twenty times to get all the little references and background jokes. But who has time for that right... Oh, yeah. Me. Well if I had a DVD player... and the shows on DVD... maybe. Maybe I would.
And now, we return to my regularly scheduled and very exciting life... ironing in order to pack.
Or maybe I'll just pack things that don't need ironing, and break out the biscuits and dip?
HA! Anyone who knows me knows which one of those options will win!!!
Have a lovely long weekend Mexicans, for all of those on the wrong side of the wiggly blue line: sucked in etc. Enjoy work. I'll think of you while I'm swanning about with my girls, and later on, when I'm playing with my lovely girl. Yay for being a Mexican! We can't drive, but we have excellently timed public holidays.
Men in Trees.
Its a great show, but like all shows that I like, just as I've gotten into it, know who all the characters are and am enjoying the subtleties of the storylines, they finish for the season. Bastards etc.
Other things that I like, and some random thoughts:
* CC's. Considering that I didn't start eating cornchips until after highschool, I now have what could be construed as an unhealthy relationship with them. I just enjoy their company. And their corny cheesy crunchy goodness. And they go really well with french onion sour cream dip. Whats not to love!
* I made a skirt tonight. Just ran it up on my machine. As you do. Its really very cute.
* I'm becoming quite a good cook. I think I'll stop telling people that I can burn water, because although this is still true enough, I can also now whip up several excellent meals. Including lovely things that have more than two steps involved in their preparation, and that use more than one pan to make. Thats an achievement. Plus since I started my new hours, I have more time to do a better job of it. Which helps.
* I am so so grateful that my little Nicky is here, and won't grow up with HER as a role model. I am confident that I'm going to raise a happy, healthy, well adjusted little person, and I can see the difference in her already, just spending less time with them. YAY! No more bad grammar, poor attitude and skanky clothes!! Yay! Yay! Yay!!!
* I'm also just stoked that I have the metabolism that I do. I think I'm a reasonably tidy package, and looking at my mum, I don't think thats going to change into the future. So thats cool.
* I found out a couple of months ago that my great aunt committed suicide. For some reason, this keeps popping into my mind at odd moments. Even more oddly, I was given a photo of her and her sister (my pop's sisters) some time before that, and I put it up in my bedroom. Every morning, I get up and see that photo. She was a beautiful woman. I wish I had known her.
* This weekend I'm off on a girls weekend away, and it is my birthday. I don't know how I feel about the birthday part, but the girls weekend away should be awesome. In fact, I wish it was Friday today, and I would be sitting on the couch sipping my seventh glass of moscato, eating dip, and talking to my lovely friends... as opposed to what I'm doing now... eating dip, drinking cordial, and blogging. God life is tough at the top isn't it.
* Bindi Irwin freaks me out. Sorry. I know that she's only a little girl, but she's an odd looking child, isn't she. Plus she's a bit precocious for mine. I have a five year old daughter, and if she spoke like that I would freak out. The child sounds like an animated puppet.
* There should be more writers like Bryce Courtney in the world. The man is a genius.
And now I'm off to bed. Nighty Night folks.
Just wanted to CLARIFY that it WASN"T ME hiding in the previous entry.
IT WAS HIM.
I'm not the sort of girl that hides from an ex.
I might avoid them by walking into a shop so that I don't have to see them, or I might avoid going to places that they frequent... but I wouldn't do either of those things to GM, because I'm still in love with the man.
God. I'm so pathetic.
BUT NOT PATHETIC ENOUGH TO HIDE VERY VERY POORLY FROM AN EX ON THE STREET.
If you see your ex down the street, after seeing them several times throughout the night...
Is it appropriate to hide in the shadows so that you don't have to face them on their way home?
Even if you are wearing clothing that precludes hiding, being rather bright and reflective, so that they can clearly see you?
Does acting like a sausage in this way make you sad or silly or just slightly derailed?
Or is this a not so subtle message that you really don't want to talk to them?
I'm seriously interested in your opinions here people, so quit the lurking, hit the comment button.
Ta Much.
I would so love to burst into song at random moments, have sweeping panorama's surrounding me at all times, have a chorus that contains lots of buff gents and a main relationship that is loving, passionate, and full of conversation and laughter.
Plus there never seem to be any insurmountable or even remotely difficult problems in Bollywood. Wouldn't that be nice?
Plus indian men seem pretty cute, and not at all bastardy. Thats probably just in film though. Which has no bearing on reality whatsoever. And the sex scenes are very tastefully done. Hollywood could learn A LOT. Like two kisses, and launch into a song (fully clothed and in a different environment) about how in love the two leads are. "My heart goes mmmmmmm" Indeed. Indeed it does.
Ah, Bollywood. You spoit me for the real world, you do.
I went out with my lovely sister last night, and her girlfriend, and a bunch of their friends. It was AWESOME. I had the best time, and we danced, and drank, and "fugged" those around us.
The unofficial highlight of the night was when a girl walked up to the band from across a very long room with her skirt stuck up in her Bridgette Jones-esque underpants. She had been standing with her back to the entire room for several minutes before some kind soul pointed it out to her. I thought my sister and her mates were going to die laughing. Hilarity.
It got my mind off the night before, when I'd run into GM at the pub. It was really not very pleasant.
How I wish my life was more like Bollywood, and less like Summer Bay.
I just want to get that title up there, because its meaning interests me greatly.
Accidentally on Purpose.
Its an interesting phrase, and I'm pretty sure that I will one day want to wax lyrical on its meaning and the various connotations that one could draw from same. However, today I am not in the mood.
Latin is one of those things that I've always just wanted to get a handle on - perhaps now that I have so much more time on my hands I'll be able to learn some.
After finding some latin phrases on a website, I'm also interested in getting this bumper sticker printed for my car...
Si hoc adfixum in obice legere potes,
et liberaliter educatus
et nimis propinquus ades
(If you can read this bumper sticker, you are both very well educated and much too close)
Ah, humour in a language that very few people would be able to appreciate. I can guarantee that no-one here would be getting this joke - except me, but I would find it endlessly amusing.
I may also be suffering from a severe case of Inopia Celeritatis ... A mild dyslexia that makes it impossible for one to arrive on time. That explains a lot, I truly believe that I would be late for my own funeral. However, I have managed to get my little person to school on time every day this week, and we are in an excellent routine... so perhaps my previous tardiness could be explained more readily by the term inertis (lazy!).
Ah, Internet, where would a word nerd be without your endless supply of word-y goodness.
In other random news, I find that pegging out washing in high wind is rather invigorating. I like it.
