My Son

Turns 16 at the end of September and I am at a total loss of what one should buy a 16 year old boy for their birthday. I could go all continental and buy him a prostitute, American and buy him a car, Australian and buy him a slab. I know he told me something he would like but my sieve like memory has conveniently filed that in the "you never heard that" section of my brain.

My birthday this year is a big one (as I have probably mentioned a few times) and it looks very much like my dream for my guy to buy me liposculpture is not going to happen with him now entering his 3rd year of unemployment.




Anyway this picture is more than I need but is about what I want. So far no one, NO ONE has been in favour of me getting it done. They see it as some kind of mental illness to want to change my body via a bit of a nick and suck. Crikeys, a girl can't dream of fitting into decent clothes the easy way any more. All this insistence on exercise reminds me of the "natural birth" Nazis that look at you weirdly when you mention that both kids were caesareans, not by choice but WHOSE VAGINA IS LAUGHING NOW ????!!!. Fuck exercise, pass me the scalpel.

Booked!

Today I booked my ticket to Vietnam. To get the cheapest fair I have gone with a universally known crap airline. But you get what you pay for and I am not one to really expect too much when it comes to plane flights anyway.

I'll be leaving on the 27th October and returning on the 10th November and am planning to go from south to north, which seems to be against the tide of normal travellers and so is cheaper.

My friend and I will be backpacking it so we can spend up big on clothes and cheap asian knockoffs. I am still researching where and how we will get about, as there will be a train trip in the middle and no booked accomodation. Fun!!!

I am so incredibly excited.

When I come back I will be in my new job too (if all goes to plan).

I Should Be So Goddamned Fecking Lucky

School Assemblies...


Ugh! I just attended my daughter's weekly assembly because they have this wonderful award system where you get X amount of little awards towards earning a bigger award, which is then handed out at assembly along with some cool prize and the offer of having your pic taken with your parents to be printed in the next newsletter. Well, all that's fine and well but it's the other shit parents must endure (and as unbelievable as it sounds some parents enjoy this shit). Today's shit was a performance by the year 6 students which took us through 200 years of Australian music. We had to hear 50 or so off-key and out of time students singing 'Tie me kangaroo down, sport', 'Our Don Bradman', 'I still call Australia home', 'Click go the shears', 'I should be so lucky' and other assorted shithouse songs including Barnesy. Everyone smiles and claps as they should but Oh my God MY EARS! Lastly, comes the Australian anthem. Would you believe that I have no idea how the second verse goes but they sing it these days. I choose not to learn. Call me an unpatriotic bitch but I hate the song.

Anyways, that's my rant for the day. In fact, I like this rant so much that I think I'll even post it in my other blogger. I am soooo glad that I never have to attend school ever again.

True Tyrzz Of Joy

Well the day came that my Night Elf Hunter has now turned 60. Tyrzz started with me day one of World Of Warcraft, and while the obsessed and the unemployed made it to that level a lot quicker than I did, I am still happy to have made it.

Tyrzz has been a 300 herbalist/alchemist since she turned 40 and a 300 level fisherman a little after that at level 42 (got to get those stonescale eels somehow). Today her pet Midnight (frostsaber cub) also turned 60 and she got her 300 in bow usage. Hurrah Hurrah!

Now to level my paladin and my priest (my next favourite characters).


By the way I am not at work today as I am sick... again...with headcold/URTI type symptoms.

Bleh!

First up...a question. Feel free to answer it.

Would you not say it's true that people usually get most upset and defensive when what you say to them rings true with them? The things they know but have been trying to justify to themselves?

To go on, life's pretty bleh right now. I've done my work and am sitting around a bit too much for my liking. I applied for a job at a local computer store last night. I'm afraid of tech jobs. My memory is so poor that I'm afraid I'll fuck up abysmally. I want a job with the council cleaning up the streets and parks. Something moderately physical and totally and utterly brainless. Jeremy thinks I'm capable of much more but it's what I want to do. If it hadn't becaome so hard physically then I would have still been cleaning and probably be a lot happier. Oh well, meh.

I'm still dreaming of the cabin in the middle of nowhere. Just give me an axe, a humvee and a library card for the nearest library 100km away.

Tai Chi & Taoism

Had the chance to chat to a guy about Tai Chi today and I may be joining up with his classes providing I have the money to go with it. It's something that has always interested me but I've never tried to learn or even fully research the possibilities.

We also spoke of Taoism and again I was intrigued, the instructor, Paul leant me a couple of books after noticing my fascination, one is a sort of general Tao primer and the other is about the Tao Te Ching - both look very interesting.

I have also looked around wiki for more details and found this which is just beautiful
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The Three Jewels of the Tao

"I have just three things to teach:
simplicity, patience, compassion.
These three are your greatest treasures.
Simple in actions and in thoughts,
you return to the source of being.
Patient with both friends and enemies,
you accord with the way things are.
Compassionate toward yourself,
you reconcile all beings in the world"


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Hello?! Is This Thing On?

Fellow bloggers have scattered like cockroaches when the kitchen light comes on it seems.


I was going to chat about being romantic, I started this post some 12 or so hours ago but after a sleep I can't be bothered saying very much more that how awesome it must be for the women that have creative partners who write songs about/to them.


Inspired by listening to Sting in the car on the way home from work yesterday.

Update From Casa Gramyre

Hey Gringos I have no ideeea why I am typing in a bad Mehican acchent so I'll stop RIGHT now. Life is good, very good, I don't exactly LOVE my life at the moment but it's still damn good.

Found out today that my machinations to weasel out of my job and into another has bourne fruit. Now it could be I am hopping from fry pan to fire, but at least it will give me 15-18 months of pure exhilaration as I take on a job I know almost zero about, to conquer triumphantly, and then get utterly bored and start looking around for something else. So if plans pan out, by the end of September I will have another title altogether (not quite sure what that will be ..Program Manager I think).

Popped into the travel agent with my mate from work to discuss the Vietnam trip and it's looking more and more likely that as the planes cannot correspond well enough with the Intrepid tour we were looking at, that we will just backpack and see how we go..oooh scary but fun too!

Tax return came in at $1500 more than I thought it would be and my monthly pay has gone up a hefty amount with the payrise and tax cuts and the fact I am not buying employee shares any more.

Only blot on the old copy book at the moment is the eye muscles are enjoying doing the rhumba at odd moments and so as my family so quaintly used to say I have a winky wanky eye every now and then as I fight off one virus after another that is drifting around my sick workplace.

I Am Going To Write A Book

Browsing through the online newspapers quickly this morning I noted an article on www.lulu.com and I thought what an AWESOME idea. Sure it is vanity publishing with a twist but by golly gosh if I couldn't get a really interesting book together and publish at least 1 copy to a stranger then I am not trying!

The good thing there is you retain copyright so if some big publisher comes along and says I can pay you 7% of the profit from this book as opposed to 80% of what you can self publish, you can tell them to piss off and get a tops marketing friend in to help flog the book in new and interesting ways.

Nowwww what shall I write this book on.....?

Good Elf!

Been back on World Of Warcraft almost obsessively again. Probably because it's a nice way to escape from the grinding tedium of work and home.

My night elf hunter is at level 56 (soon to be 57) and I am pushing hard to get her to the maximum of 60 so I can also level the smaller/younger characters up.

Time to pop back on to hand 3 quests in and grind some more....

Grrrrrrrr

*Sigh*


We finally have broadband back again. We've moved and I've been extremely busy so I haven't missed it but I guess it's good to have it back.

I don't really know where to start so I might just tell the TPG story. Evil little shits that they are...

So we're moving 3 blocks away. I ring TPG to be sure we'll be able to get ADSL on that specific line and ask what costs are involved for moving. After a bit of back and forwards bullshit because the line isn't connected there yet, we get a yes and it will cost $99 to changeover. OK says we and put in a form to change address. We then disconnect our line 2 days later because ADSL can't be provisioned until the number is connected at the new house and we wanted to keep the same number. Now, luckily Jeremy had access to the web at work because we got an email saying that as the regions changed sometime after we signed up, we are now classed as 'regional' and must pay $30p/m more for our current plan. So...we are not happy. After several calls to the telecommunications ombudsman, the TGP TIO officer and several narcy little helpdesk individuals we discover that a clause in the contract was that TPG are within their rights to change the terms of the contract at any time and that no grace is to be given to anyone in our circumstance. To move = a new contract. So we've moved to iinet but the night we were finally connected to them, we note an email from TPG that they've charged us a $49.95 cancellation fee and they've already commandeered it...leading to a possible dishonoured request from iinet for their money seeing as I wasn't expecting this cancellation fee. More phone calls ensued but it seems I can't do anything at all. I just got mum to sign a 12 month contract with them a few weeks back and I really wish I hadn't now. We can actually harm their business a bit with our word of mouth and the TIO officer said that there are loads of cases just like ours but her hands were tied. Greedy bastards. I don't know how they can justify charging us $30 more p/m just for living in the country. It's not exactly the back of Bourke either.

Anyways...enough of that for now. It still pisses me off. The electrician we had to install our air-con, an IXL tastic like thingy and an extra phone outlet also fucked all 3 tasks up...majorly...and charged us $1200 for the dis-service. I won't go to far into that though cos I just couldn't be stuffed talking anymore. Pogo time methinks. Night folks.

Follow Up

Just a follow up from the 1st of August. No, i didn't get the speakers. Turned out my dad wanted me to get some medicine for me being so sick. So it looks like it's going to be my money being used to pay for the speakers.

So there we have it.
Oh by the way, i got Dumb and Dumber the DVD and fuck its funny. Couldn't stop laughing through the whole thing. Absolute classic.

Cheers

Wild ride

Everything thing seemsto be coming to a stop all at once and now, to top it off, my son has croup and so does his mother. I am off to Bendigo for a little bit to help them out, I can't afford the expense or time but I have to do it... Where do you draw the line on personal sacrifice for your son? Makes me feel so fucking useless if I don't go and if I do go it fucks everything up.

Birthday Time

Holy Shiznit! It's my birthday today!

As it might be my birthday, it hasn't turned out as well as i think it should.
For the past couple of days i've been a little sick. Just a cold i thought. I had the runny nose, and a bit of a headache.

I wake up this morning and i cant see shit. I literally couldn't. I crawled my way to the bathroom feeling various objects as to know exactly where i was, and jumped in the shower. I stretched my eyelids open and scooped a heap of sleep shit from my eyes.

Whats the fuck is going on when you wake up on your birthday and this happens?

So, im standing there in the shower and i close my mouth and try to breathe. Sif.
My nose was clogged so tight i nearly perforated my eardrum in the process. Also, my throat was hurting so fucking bad. Must be some bug thats been going around.

While i was standing there i think back. I remembered chatting on IRC the day before about having the runny nose, and fatalerror was telling me how she had just recovered from the flu. I recall one direct quote from her which was "Oh, your throat doesn't hurt... Yet".

Thats bullshit. I bet she must do that voodoo shit because i swear to allah the day before i felt fine, and i wake up this morning and i have the sorest throat on earth. Fucking jinx.

Anyhoo, after my lovely refreshing shower i go out to the living room where im greeted by my parents and a small parcel. First thing im thinking to myself is 'Great. Clothes. Where the fuck are my Z-5500s!'

I read the card, and open up the parcel. Woo! CLOTHES! And 2 DVD's!
'Thanks Mum, thanks Dad' i say. My mum then looks at me and says 'Theres one more thing'.

This was it. My speakers were on their way. I started to smile, and my parents got up and walked down the hall. They re-entered the living room and to my suprise, they have a shoebox.

OMG wow. Shoes. I open up the box and theres these sexy pair of shoes. You know, those hot going out kinda shoes. I lift the shoes and underneath is a CD Stomper.
'Ah, well... Thanks. Thats great'.

Fuck off. No fucking speakers. Thats so fucking bullshit. I swear my dad told me he was getting them.

So i start to watch one of the DVD's i got and just as im getting into it, the phone rings.
To my amazement, on the other end of the line is my dad.
'Hey son, Im gonna be home early today, i want to take you somewhere to get something'.
'Oh. Ok. Well ill see you around 12:00 then'.

So I'm Still waiting. I thought i'd kill some time by writing this blog and im still trying to figure out where we might be headed.

Fuck off if its that fatogram he promised on my 16th for my 17th...
I guess time will tell.

Cheers