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[Jul. 4th, 2009|08:35 pm] |
As Paddy and I reached my car with a trolley full of groceries, Patrick shouted 'Mummy, look, there's lots of money!'
Directly behind my car was $100 in twenty dollar notes. As I saw it, I heard a young girl (thirteen-ish, exclaiming the same to her mother). Between Patrick, this girl and her mother and I, we found a total of $320 in the carpark. As the mother and I were collecting the cash and debating whether or not it was best to take it to Woolworths (the largest shop in the complex) or what, we realised there were several men picking up twenty dollar notes, putting them in their pockets, and then driving off.
Am I the only one who is disgusted at this blatant thievery? Why, if you are driving a $50k car do you need to steal money that someone has obviously lost? There are actually times in my life where I think sharia law has a place, and this is one of them. |
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[Apr. 16th, 2009|09:09 pm] |
I am getting cosmetic surgery.
I KNOW.
I have never paid more than $30 for a haircut, was 27 before I got a manicure and own a grand total of 2 lipsticks. One of my lipsticks came free in a 'box of mystery stuff' I ordered from a website. I own several pairs of pants in the same colour and style because hey, if they fit, why bother buying different styles? I leave my posh Jacqui E suit in the cupboard at work for days when my boss gives me those 'Oh God, what are you trying to pass off as office wear' looks rather than, you know, actually wearing a (gulp) $400 suit. The rest of the time, if I am going to wear a suit, it is generally one from Kmart or the factory outlets, because I think they're more comfy and I don't have to worry about wrecking them.
And now I am getting cosmetic surgery.
The reason is thus; I have bad skin. I have broken veins, rosacea, discolouration, freckles and large pores. I've had terrible skin since I was 13 and I hate it. Hate it, hate it, hate it.
I had my consultation today and paid for my three IPL treatments and got a box of stuff I need to put on my face for the the next couple of weeks in preparation for my lasering. Do you know how many steps there are in this skin care routine?
SIX. SIX STEPS!!!! OMG, I am going to die:( I only just recently started washing my face at night. |
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[Mar. 15th, 2009|08:32 pm] |
I'm coming to realise that my life would probably be easier if I was a simpering mess who relied on other people to make decisions for me, pay my expenses, and generally be responsible for me.
I have always prided myself on my independence. I don't care what jobs, and how many of them, I have to do to keep my head above water. Hell, I went back to work two weeks after my son was born because I refused to let him be raised in poverty and after moving out at 19 have only lived with a parent for 6 weeks since (and that was only because Stuart and I had just split up). The latter might be weird to you if you come from a country where 18 year olds routinely live independently, but remember that I live in Australia, a country where it is quite common to find 30 year olds living at home and leaching off their parents (and I can assure you said 30 year olds have no intention of supporting their parents when they are too old to work).
The point to this rambling is; it doesn't do me any favours.
It does, however, give me more of a 'right' to air my opinions, of which I have many, vastly-unpopular ones. I would abort a Down Syndrome baby, I am anti-Israel, I'm a feminist, and I hate hate hate hate people who come to work high.
Hmm. |
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[Mar. 1st, 2009|08:39 pm] |
My cat is sleeping on the floor while I have the couch.
This is not a normal state of affairs. I am waiting for Asma to come and push me off by demanding a pat and kneading me with her claws. |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2009|09:15 pm] |
Paddy and I went on holidays in mid-January. We went to Newcastle, because flights to Newcastle were on sale and, well, why not.
( Photos ) |
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[Nov. 29th, 2008|08:58 pm] |
I need to remember to buy so much shit it's not funny
* Fishtank neutraliser
* Work shoes
* Vest and pants set before they no longer stock them (no, this is not a necessity)
* Saw
* Whipper snipper
* Secateurs
* Alarm clock, because mine has mysteriously died this week despite only being a few months old
* Weed killer
* Fertiliser
Because I am such a classy person I peeked in the window of the hock shop tonight to see if they had a whipper snipper. They had no whipper snipper, but they did have a shiny black motorcycle. A motorcycle. In a hock shop. I thought this was very odd.
On Friday I have our office Christmas Party. This is a whole day drinking affair. You might think I'm kidding, or overexaggerating, but I am not. This is quite an awful prospect because I do not drink. Okay, that's not strictly true - occasionally I'll drink a vodka chocolate mudslide thing. They are quite nice. But on the whole, I do not drink. I do not 'get' drinking. It just seems to be a very expensive way of satisfying your thirst. Plus, Pepsi Max tastes better than wine or beer.
Normally when there is a work affair or client function, and everyone is drinking, I am nicely told - after just an hour or two - that I have suffered enough and can go home. I somehow doubt I'm going to be able to leave my work Christmas Party at 1pm, although I'll keep my fingers crossed.
Remember, though, that when Australians are accused of having a binge-drinking culture, that it is really just an exaggeration. |
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[Jun. 28th, 2008|05:32 pm] |
The kid from across the road has been over for the past five hours. My house is a mess and I'm bored shitless because I can't go anywhere while said kid is over.
Also, I got in a bit of a bingle (i.e. totally failed to pay attention to the road and rear-ended a Subaru) last weekend and my car is being repaired at present (thanks NRMA) so I do not have a car. I am coping very badly with not having a car. Ever since getting my licence I have waxed lyrical about not needing a car, pollution, how I should never have bought my car, etc, etc. Well, I take it back. I need my car. The taxi fares are killing me. I NEED MY CAR. GIVE ME MY CAR BACK!
Last night I went out to a 'work dinner'. I gained like half a kilo as a result.
And OMG, kid from across the road has just been called home! And I am like 'oh, it was great having him here'. It's not a total lie, really. He's not a bad kid. He's just a boy and I can only cope with one male child at a time. |
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[May. 25th, 2008|06:16 pm] |
For those of you who don't know, I left Stuart 2 months ago. We share a house still, but not bedrooms. I tried moving out for a while but it was just drama-rific and besides, if I am paying a damn mortgage, and I am living in my own damn house.
My new job is sweet. Now that I've said that, tomorrow will be a fucking nightmare, but that's pretty much life, eh?
This weekend I saw a number plate that said 'USBOI' and then one that said 'UAE MAN'. Jesus. It's like you're inviting people to run you off the road.
Just kidding;) |
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[Nov. 15th, 2007|01:36 pm] |
Most people from livejournal will know that I am not a 'cat person'. I have never owned a cat. I've never really desired a cat. And yet, two nights ago, when my neighbour mentioned that she was considering trapping a feral cat thad had been hanging around, I found myself saying 'don't do that; the RSPCA euthanises feral cats'. I know this, because I stupidly caught and surrendered a feral flea-infested kitten when I was 10 years of age.
So, I said 'I'll feed it, and see if it gets any tamer'.
I hadn't actually paid that much attention to the cat before, but having agreed to feed it, I asked Stuart if he had seen it. He said he had, that it was howling in the middle of the night, and that it was very skinny. We bought two little tins of cat food and last night I put one out. Half an hour later the feral cat was eating it.
Google tells me this cat is probably too old to be tamed. I don't think it's an adult cat - it is rather small and very, very skinny - but it's not a newly weaned kitten. I have bought a 'dual-bowl' from the cheap store (so I can give it water and food) and some pet food (friskies kibble and some of the little whiskas satchets. It had canned fancy feast last night. It seemed to like that.).
Now, cat people:
* How often would you feed this cat? Once or twice a day?
* Will canned food give it the trots, as it does with some dogs?
* If I bought a cat basket from a cheap store and put it outside, would that be a good idea?
* How do I find a vet who will alter and vaccinate it? Do I just ring around and ask if they will do it?
* How much does it cost to alter and vaccinate a cat? I will need to save:(
* Am I being stupid? Should I just let nature take it's course? (this will probably involve starvation:/) |
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[Oct. 18th, 2007|07:24 pm] |
Catherine
While reading the most recent school newsletter I noticed Corinda State School has successfully applied for funding for a chaplain, and will be seeking support from Scripture Union to select a chaplain.
This may come as a shock to you, Catherine, but I am not a Christian! Moreover, a shocking 19% of the Australian population do not have any religion at all, and a further 13% do not describe themselves as Christian! That's 32% of the population that are effectively doomed to hell.
As you may have guessed, there are some very suspect beliefs held by some unbelievers. Personally, I know I am guilty of some of those dastardly beliefs that Christians don't seem too fond of; that women deserve reproductive rights, belief that people can marry whoever they want irrespective of gender and, perhaps most pertinent, a belief that religion has no place in public schools.
I think it is great that Corinda State School and the Scripture Union will be selecting a chaplain. We, the unbelievers, need your help in bringing religion to the masses. We need it far more than we need our children's school principal to respond to our correspondence (I'm sure you did respond - your return email was probably just as God is - invisible, unable to be proven, but 'still there' in the hearts of believers), far more than the school needs additional funding for resources (I take it I will not be requested to pay any 'voluntary' resource levies now that Corinda SS is flush enough afford a chaplain) and DEFINITELY more than we need understanding that in a multicultural, multiethnic society, not everyone holds the same beliefs.
I wish you luck, Catherine. You will need it, as you try and persuade the Jews that they are missing a prophet, the Muslims that they have one extra and the Buddhists...well, you've certainly got a job ahead of yourself there! It's a good thing that school principals have so much extra time on their hands these days!
Nevermind, I have faith in you. I'm sure that when Harmony Day 2008 rolls around you'll be able to look across the children sitting in assembly and give yourself a pat on the back for your understanding, sensitivity and commitment to celebrating diversity.
Wendy XX |
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[Sep. 26th, 2007|07:33 pm] |
In Australia, we get to watch football, cricket and car racing.
In Turkey, they have oil wrestling.
It's like all that homoerotica minus the gay (reading the comments, these guys are apparently heterosexual). What more could a woman ask for?
Turkey = Wendy's number one travel destination. |
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[Sep. 24th, 2007|09:37 am] |
Patrick and I were having a conversation when he mentioned a 'muttabuttasaurus'. I was like 'Patrick, are you sure that's really a type of dinosaur?' He said:
'GOOGLE IT, MUMMY'
!!! He is six.
So I googled. And yes, a muttubuttasaurus is indeed a type of dinosaur.
In other news, his school has not yet responded to me about the 'chaplain' they wanted to procure. I did write them a nice, respectful letter, but apparently such niggly little matters like responding to parent's comments (which they bloody well asked for) is too much effort.
Ooh, I have to ask; if you could travel to any country in the world, where would you go? I mentined to Stuart that I wanted to take Patrick to Samoa. He said 'You can't do that. Samoans are really open and friendly. Go somewhere where the people aren't nice'. I'm not quite sure I like what he is insinuating there... |
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[Sep. 21st, 2007|09:10 am] |
It is a fact of life that if you have any spare cash whatsoever, an emergency will arise.
So it was that yesterday morning Stuart mentioned that he had leaned into the hutch to pat one of the guinea pig's, and found that one of the guinea pig's had a small amount of pus oozing out of it's fur.
As we didn't know how or why the wound occurred, we made an appointment at the vet. No, that's not true: I made an appointment with the vet and later that day I (with Patrick to 'keep me company') took Tom, Cuppa(cino) and Sparky the guinea pigs to Brisbane's 'exotics' vet. While in the waiting room, Patrick and discovered that Cuppa also had a nasty looking wound on the back of his neck. Hmmm.
It appears that in the last few days Sparky has suddenly taken to biting his hutch mates. Why? Who knows. We've had them for five months and they haven't had any problems previously. Now Tom and Cuppa need antibiotics and Sparky scored himself a new hutch, from which he can view his former cagemates but not bite them.
I <3 animals. |
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[Aug. 18th, 2007|05:36 am] |
I woke up at 3am. The people a couple of houses away are haivng a party. The whole neighbourhoodd (which is not very big, given that only 600 people live in Archerfield) reeks of pot. It is killing me. I am 26 years old and pot sets off my allergies.
Fabulous. I have given up on sleep. Ironically, my neighbours (it's 5.30am) finally seem to have gone to bed. |
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[Aug. 15th, 2007|07:20 pm] |
Forecast temperature in Canberra tomorrow - 6 degrees
Forecast temperature in Queensland tomorrow - 25 degrees
Why is this relevant? Because on Monday I am flying to Canberra for two days. Urgh. I went to Tasmania a few weeks ago and was complaining because it was twelve degress. In September I am going to Wellington, NZ, so I guess I could consider this training for freezing weather, but still...urgh. I need to go to Darwin. DARWIN, PLEASE.
In other news, Patrick's school is applying for a chaplain. Patrick goes to a state school. Yup, this is how our government spends $200 million. There is nothing like more religion.
I had a long, indepth letter to the school drafted. I was going to email the principal, expressing my distaste with the whole affair when I received a letter from the school. Patrick kicked another child. Unprovoked. While I do not think atheism is necessarily indicative of poor discipline, I can just imagine their eyes rolling as I tell them that my child does not need guidance. |
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[Jul. 13th, 2007|02:21 pm] |
Last Friday night as I was jogging along Beaudesert Road - which is a major road - when a guy yelled out 'Hey Wendy' from the back of the car. Stuart was with me, but a few metres behind. Neither of us saw who it was, but we figured it was my brother. Only not. My brother came over last night, and he said it wasn't him. I can't figure out who else I know that would yell out from a car, so I am assuming it is someone from high school. Weird, but that's the only way I can explain it.
Patrick was eating dinner while my brother was over. He was eating fish fingers, cold carrot sticks and a boiled cob of corn. Stuart and I were eating cous cous and chicken but my child refuses cous cous (so does Stuart, but I looove it, so he suffers. Same with falafel and any sort of curry. I love falafel. I love curry. How can you not like them?) so he had his own plate. My brother thought Paddy was eating great veggies: cold carrot and boiled corn. I, frankly, find it revolting. Cold carrot and boiled corn? Together?
Sometimes I look at Paddy and wonder where he came from. He's so much more confident and outgoing than me. He has odd taste in food. He doesn't enjoy reading. In some ways he's similar; we both have fair skin, we have terrible tempers, and neither of us give a shit if someone dislikes us - but he is more different than similar. Then someone will say 'oh, he's like x or y or z' and I'll realise taht although he's not like Stuart or I, he's got something in common with just about every family member.
At other times, I look at men reading on the train, and wonder 'if I had a child with him, would the child like reading'? It kills me that I'm the only one in our family who reads. Stuart has read one book in his life: Future Eden. Is that sad? I think that's sad. I love reading and couldn't imagine not doing it. |
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