Life when you were 15...

I was an over achiever for a brief time in my teenage years. I knew what I was going to do where I wanted to go etc etc. I was NEVER going to get married or have kids, I was going to travel the world semi gypsy style after finishing my graphic arts BA then come back and work for Sactchi and Satchi as a creative ideas kinda girl.
So now at 27 Im married and an accounts clerk for a medical centre. Whats that about? What happened I ask myself! Well there was that falling in love thing. And after finishing a Dipoma in Fashion realising I was sick of being a poor student to finish the BA. But all very poor excuses really... I mean this is how people become cleaners or McDonalds staff, a couple of misplaced turns in your life journey and all of a sudden instead of partying all night an Spain Im in bed at 10 on a Friday night, Nigel no Friends.

The Black Plague of Modern woman

Admittedly this could be debated, but for me right now its laringitus... lossing your voice. Thank god for emails. But all these people who insist on calling me! Normally I wrapped to "talk" but I can't OK and it hurts if I do try for too long. And at the end of the day your not gonna be able to hear me properly anyway. My husband sways between thinking its hillarious and sympothy. Damn him been so cute and being able to get away with it.

DIRTY THIEVES

Dirty carni b@##*rds came into our garage through a back window the other day and stole stuff that could then be winzzened back through said window again! Low life scum. Stole a very cool tool kit and other garage stuff, you know things like paint brushes, that they could then hock off on the black market to fuel they're P habit. Did I mention I thought that the little homee scum can burn in their own karma when it comes back to bite them in the arse.

But the New Zealand Police have been swell, ever soo helpful! You know CSI, like that, they've come and finger printed and everything.... in my dreams. As yet they've been to busy with gang rapes and picking the new colour of their fleet of cars to even return our call.

Ahh good times! I knew I'd like this area, so tidy that anything thats not bolted down gets tidied away, probably by the neighbours two doors down, (read the new years blog re armed defenders)

So word up, yo yo mother ***kers, may you come back as a little flying bug that gets squished at 110 km/h on my windscreen. Peace out.

Saturdays are for shopping

Monday to Fridays were DESIGNED for working, Sunday for having a rest (cause it comes after Saturday) Saturday which of course was designed for shopping.
Shoe shopping of course out ranking the other kinds followed very closely of course by clothes and accessories. Then theres all the other kinds furniture, food, linen the list of course being endless all the way down to the hardest shopping "for someones Birthday". Unless they've been good enough to tell you what they want. You are stuck trolling the shops for hours to end up buying something, good or bad, which you dont get to keep!
Take this weekend I have baited myself with the thought of shoe shopping so I will be at the shops should I manage to find the balls to find a present for my 96 year old Poppa (Granda) Theres only so many years in a row where socks are a viable option.

Beauty is in the eye o the beholder

Firstly in no way am I gloatting. I dont think Im beatiful at all, not ugly just run of the mill... addmitedly with huge melons and blonde. But thats another story..
I have sailed through life pretty easily. Last time I was flighing down to ChCh and there was a HUGE que. I was about to wait in line like a normal person, and a attendant guy asked if he could check me in instead. SWEET. And I realised all the times stuff like that happens.
Ok maybe I am gloating. Silly boys think Im cute, without me even trying. Imagine the poor attendant boy if Id been wearing my knee high sillettos and tartan school girl skirt.

Keeping up with Jones

We live boarding one of the dodger areas in town, But in our street the houses are simple but all kept nicely and the lawns mowed etc. People with young families and little old ladies, and us. This morning The Man and I were awoken early to the armed defenders squad... 2 doors down. The whole "Come out with your hands up, this IS the POLICE. We have the house surrounded" Nine yards. No Im not joking (it wouldnt be funny anyway, why do people say that? If I was joking I'd say 2 men walked into a bar..) Ahh, how am I surposed to keep up with the Jones?!

Good idea at the time

So firstly to catch up with the week
Deb, my cousin got engaged
I was crook Saturday
Work Monday to Friday.

Sunday... I thought it would be a good idea to rip up the hallway carpet. Well it was old and we have Matai floor boards just waiting to be discovered. What an hour or so and bobs ya uncle...
Well lets say it'll be a work in progress, and that I learnt back in the day they used to glue carpet down with tar. Honest. Tar. Who would have thought. Tar. Huh!