I just got home from my usual Thursday evening routine; impulse buying crap I don't need simply because I have an hour to kill between work finishing and kindy ending, and it's late night shopping right! The shops are open, there are clothes everywhere just looking at me, asking me to try them on. This evening I was particularly irresponsible. Not only did I purchase three items (two dresses and a demin vest) that I'm pretty sure I'd survive without, but both dresses are long enough to trip me over and they didn't have my size in the vest so I just went down one. Ha, silly consumer whore!
It's been one heck of a week at work. Understaffed thanks to uni starting back and colds and sprained ankles, and man have I been sick. The cold and flu season always makes me its bitch. So it was pretty easy for me to convince myself I deserved two new dresses and a demin jacket one size too small. Now if only I could afford to get out and wear my pretty new items!
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In other news, we found out yesterday that my sister in law from hell... uh I mean, from Boondall is 5.5 months pregnant. Not so nice that she didn't bother to tell anyone, but hey, I'm happy for her! In fact, I'm all up in that with tingly clucky jealousy. I can't wait til it's my turn to get round and sick and uncomfortable again, although I can't really place why. I keep mentioning this to Rick and he keeps chucking anything shiny he can find at me to distract me. He has offered to go ahead with the deck renovations I've wanted since we moved in (which would mean not leaving work for at least another 18 months), and keeps talking about overseas holidays for the three of us. But it's all good. Whatever is meant to be will be. Chyeah.
Just another mum blog, on the rocks with a twist
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Hello old gal
I extended the olive branch to that horrible woman my fiancé was born after today. I know there is absolutely no point, but at least I feel like the bigger person now. It was even in retaliation to the latest accusation; that I have been logging into her facebook and leaving her nasty messages. Ah well, I just want to move on and embrace a calmer zen approach to in laws. I get along with the rest of them anyway. And this way, if the horrible one does come to our wedding she has nothing to throw at me except pure jealousy, which lets face it, I can catch and enjoy.
Oh yeah, wedding planning. The date is set, the venue is booked, the celebrant has pink hair, the dress is hanging up in the spare room, deposits have been put down on flowers and bridesmaid dresses are being made [in a sweatshop in China] as I type. It's all happening baby! Things left to do are:
-Rick's ring
-suits for the guys
-suit for the small guy
-shoes (won some on ebay that haven't arrived yet but I recognise that's risky)
-favours (stubby coolers fyeah!)
Aaand that's about it. The little things like table seating and hair and makeup can wait til we get a bit closer I think. Oh and there's the small matter of a big deposit of fat sitting across my rock hard abs. I need to sort that out before the dress that's hanging in my spare room will actually do up. But I've got months! Right?
Oh yeah, wedding planning. The date is set, the venue is booked, the celebrant has pink hair, the dress is hanging up in the spare room, deposits have been put down on flowers and bridesmaid dresses are being made [in a sweatshop in China] as I type. It's all happening baby! Things left to do are:
-Rick's ring
-suits for the guys
-suit for the small guy
-shoes (won some on ebay that haven't arrived yet but I recognise that's risky)
-favours (stubby coolers fyeah!)
Aaand that's about it. The little things like table seating and hair and makeup can wait til we get a bit closer I think. Oh and there's the small matter of a big deposit of fat sitting across my rock hard abs. I need to sort that out before the dress that's hanging in my spare room will actually do up. But I've got months! Right?
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Tick tock
Yeah so I accepted a salary as manager of the poop Café today. Blargh. Does this mean I'm going to get stuck in a lowly comfort zone without ever furthering my career or having more sprogs? I hope not.
Seriously, babies. Whenever I'm in a quiet room I can actually hear my uterus wailing. It's quite a worry, considering how sure I was three years ago that babies weren't for me. Noisy and sticky and confronting is how I saw children. Tiny baby children were sort of ok, as long as they were asleep, but that's it. Now they are all I can think of, and of course the hormones pulsing through me keep saying "Sleepless nights? What sleepless nights? Who needs a social life and disposable incomes anyway?" I hope I can have another baby soon!
Seriously, babies. Whenever I'm in a quiet room I can actually hear my uterus wailing. It's quite a worry, considering how sure I was three years ago that babies weren't for me. Noisy and sticky and confronting is how I saw children. Tiny baby children were sort of ok, as long as they were asleep, but that's it. Now they are all I can think of, and of course the hormones pulsing through me keep saying "Sleepless nights? What sleepless nights? Who needs a social life and disposable incomes anyway?" I hope I can have another baby soon!
Monday, November 1, 2010
I know what's next
So after a week of running said poo café I have decided it isn't for me. I had a run in with the owner/queen of micromanaging yesterday morning after a particularly hard drop off at daycare. I told her after Christmas I'd like to step back from manager and just work a few days a week. I told her I didn't have the support I needed at home to be working full time with a toddler, and that leaving him sobbing at daycare was killing me. I even welled up myself. And you know what she did? She defensively got rude of course. I mean, the woman hasn't even given me my pay rise and I'm letting her off the hook, and she's RUDE? She told me I'm not running the show anyway, hence the lack of a pay rise, and told me I'm on the award because that's all she thinks I'm worth. Bitch be crazeh.
But I'm going to rise above it. It would be pretty handy to keep the job, because when she isn't there it's a nice simple job that would be good for some pocket money. So I won't get into how she's a clueless yuppy way out of her depth, or how I've been running the 'show' for three months without appropriate pay because I was promised a proper salary was coming. Nah, it's all good. Because today I got reminded of something in the ever amazing Edenland's blog; I am exactly where God wants me. I've already figured out what I'm going to do next. So sucka ma balls Café de Books!
But I'm going to rise above it. It would be pretty handy to keep the job, because when she isn't there it's a nice simple job that would be good for some pocket money. So I won't get into how she's a clueless yuppy way out of her depth, or how I've been running the 'show' for three months without appropriate pay because I was promised a proper salary was coming. Nah, it's all good. Because today I got reminded of something in the ever amazing Edenland's blog; I am exactly where God wants me. I've already figured out what I'm going to do next. So sucka ma balls Café de Books!
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Sunday night
Tomorrow is my first day as the boss of the pooey cafe I spend my days at. I've been running the place for months anyway, but tomorrow it's all on me and I am stressed. I don't doubt my ability to do the job, just my desire. It's so easy to get depressed and bogged down in the shitty day to day that is my life. I want to be more creative, but who has the time? I want to be with my son more, but who has the time? When I'm at home with him I'm cranky and stressed and doing the laundry. Ugggh more than anything though, I'm sick of being so sorry for myself. Got. To. Sort. This. Shit. Out!
Peace out bitches
Peace out bitches
Sunday, June 27, 2010
SUNDOODEEDAY
I'm seedy as heck and have lots of untamed ramblings going through my head right now. It's been a long weekend. Here they are:
-five people slept in my bed last night. None of them were me. I slept in the spare bed next to Rick's mate.
-I got blind on vodka these past two nights, yet I'm still here nursing one now. Drinking problem shminking shmoblem.
-Linda is going to be pissed when photos of last night end up on facebook and she realises I had the party without her.
-I would give my left nut (if I had one) to miss work tomorrow. Holla!
-And finally, I got steel wool or something stuck in my pinky today and it's stinging like a mofo, yeowch!
-five people slept in my bed last night. None of them were me. I slept in the spare bed next to Rick's mate.
-I got blind on vodka these past two nights, yet I'm still here nursing one now. Drinking problem shminking shmoblem.
-Linda is going to be pissed when photos of last night end up on facebook and she realises I had the party without her.
-I would give my left nut (if I had one) to miss work tomorrow. Holla!
-And finally, I got steel wool or something stuck in my pinky today and it's stinging like a mofo, yeowch!
Friday, June 11, 2010
It's been sooo long, sooo long do da do
Dear blog,
sorry I haven't been utilizing you lately. You see, I think my brain imploded a few weeks back, and since then every time I think about you I feel too overwhelmed/tired/fat to put words together. I still feel too tired to put words together. When I melted my brain I hurried to a doctor I'd carefully sought out (the nice one who reassured me when Axel had his first asthma attack) and I poured out my problems to her. I think I cried a bit, then panicked that she might think I was hamming it up for drugs. Alas, she gave me drugs. A magical pill called Cymbalta, which made me deathly nauseaus for a few weeks but generally calm. I've noticed since beginning the drug around four weeks ago that I no longer scream at the dog, or pick stupid fights with the hubster. Everything seems to be going well for us lately. Oh yeah, the evil eeeevil sister in law/she devil up and moved out one day while we were at work! Right after I started the antidepressants, so maybe they are actually a placebo and her absense is what made the world right again? If that's the case I'll be pretty pissed because they are NOT cheap.
After not hearing from evil cow face for a few weeks, unforunately she has opened up her hell gates and rained abuse on me recently. They are coming in the form of facebook wall posts, texts, phone calls and messages through my father in law (who doesn't need much encouragement to hate on me). But you know what? I couldn't care less. She is choosing me to hate because she is a) jealous of my awesome life, b) in need of a reason why Rick hates her boyfriend, or c) because she is dumb. Regardless, I know I didn't do anything to provoke her and I am actually pretty relieved she isn't in my life any more.
Other than that, life is as dull as my writing. The most exciting thing that has happened around here in the last few hours was just then when the dog farted in front of the heater and it blew into my face. For a second I thought someone was bringing take away mexican to my door, wrong! Today I found out that my boss's sleaze bag boyfriend cheated on her with one of the girls from work's best mate. He is so frustratingly stupid and gross, not to mention the fact that they are expecting a wee baby soon. Ah well, not my problem (and I kind of wish I didn't know... but and again it is juicy goss). Also, bossy face hates me at the moment because I have been offered her job - which I will kick arse at because I am amazing.
Well, that's the shiz.
sorry I haven't been utilizing you lately. You see, I think my brain imploded a few weeks back, and since then every time I think about you I feel too overwhelmed/tired/fat to put words together. I still feel too tired to put words together. When I melted my brain I hurried to a doctor I'd carefully sought out (the nice one who reassured me when Axel had his first asthma attack) and I poured out my problems to her. I think I cried a bit, then panicked that she might think I was hamming it up for drugs. Alas, she gave me drugs. A magical pill called Cymbalta, which made me deathly nauseaus for a few weeks but generally calm. I've noticed since beginning the drug around four weeks ago that I no longer scream at the dog, or pick stupid fights with the hubster. Everything seems to be going well for us lately. Oh yeah, the evil eeeevil sister in law/she devil up and moved out one day while we were at work! Right after I started the antidepressants, so maybe they are actually a placebo and her absense is what made the world right again? If that's the case I'll be pretty pissed because they are NOT cheap.
After not hearing from evil cow face for a few weeks, unforunately she has opened up her hell gates and rained abuse on me recently. They are coming in the form of facebook wall posts, texts, phone calls and messages through my father in law (who doesn't need much encouragement to hate on me). But you know what? I couldn't care less. She is choosing me to hate because she is a) jealous of my awesome life, b) in need of a reason why Rick hates her boyfriend, or c) because she is dumb. Regardless, I know I didn't do anything to provoke her and I am actually pretty relieved she isn't in my life any more.
Other than that, life is as dull as my writing. The most exciting thing that has happened around here in the last few hours was just then when the dog farted in front of the heater and it blew into my face. For a second I thought someone was bringing take away mexican to my door, wrong! Today I found out that my boss's sleaze bag boyfriend cheated on her with one of the girls from work's best mate. He is so frustratingly stupid and gross, not to mention the fact that they are expecting a wee baby soon. Ah well, not my problem (and I kind of wish I didn't know... but and again it is juicy goss). Also, bossy face hates me at the moment because I have been offered her job - which I will kick arse at because I am amazing.
Well, that's the shiz.
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