Meme for March and kitten cuteness.

Honestly, I go away for 5 days and the world falls down around me... or at least I have a lot of catching up to do, blogwise. I was tagged by Melisa from Suburban Scrawl/Remembering Ruby with this meme - I can't find any one else left to tag, so it's not a tag situation for me - I'm just going to be selfish and type about myself. How excitement!
These are the qualities for a March baby - and as I was born on the 29th of said month, I thought I'd highlight the qualities that are true for me, in order. Here goes...

MARCH: Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.

* Loves attention. All. The. Time.
* Moody. The saying "warning: next mood swing in 0.07 seconds" was made for me.
* Loves to dream and fantasize. My life is one big fantasy, and my head is constantly in the clouds - usually involving horses, tall dark strangers and muchos money.
* Loves traveling. Anywhere, any time, long haul or road trip - it fits in nicely with my dreamlike state.
* Revengeful/Easily angered. Oooh, yeah. And once I am angered, I usually want to take it a step further with revenge - until I settle down moments later.
* Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Ha. Ha ha ha. Ha. I have no more to say.
* Observant and assesses others. I like to pride myself on judging character (and letting people meet my dogs, so they can sniff out a bad nut, too) and I also like to sit with large sunglasses on and people watch. That's observant, right...?
* Appreciative and returns kindness. I'd like to think so. I'm definately trying to be kinder and show love/appreciation more, even if it doesn't come so naturally.
* Affectionate. Cuddles, back scratches, massages...oh wait. That's all directed at me...
* Loves home decors. I can spend hours in homewares stores, and love decorating/rearranging my furniture and finding new things for my home.
* Sexy. Oh, I'm one smokin' hot lady, what can I say.
* Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Again, I'd like to think so - I'm fiercely loyal once I'm shown the same qualities, and I like to think I'm a good shoulder to cry on. I am naturally brutally honest, but I find I'm quite guarded with that these days.


In other news, I got Cindy back last night, after a night of debauchery with the girls at Seah's (and by that, I mean wearing Sombrero's around the supermarket singing the Mexican Hat Dance, painting our nails and devouring Poffertjes after our Mexican Feast), and she is now named...drum roll...Cleo, short for Cleopatra, due to the lovely black stripes in the corners of her eyes.

... Ok, ok. I'll add a photo. We all new it was going to happen.

Ho! Ho! Ho!

Sahara checks out Eagles Nest on Christmas Day.

Day one of my Christmas break started off on Sunday, madly rushing down to my mum's 5 hours late after dropping off the cat and picking up a last minute gift, which so happened to be no where on my intended journey. After arriving, I quickly denounced any plans on sleeping in a tent - it was pouring outside. Even the dogs winter coats were wet from the hole in my boot ('trunk' for the American's) and so I chose to sleep inside. In the laundry. On the floor. Next day, rain hail or shine, I moved into the tent.

Some of my lovely presents.

Christmas Eve was spent doing last minute wrapping, eating much and watching the Edinburgh Millitary Tattoo on TV, staring at all my presents and squeezing them in turn.

...can't keep my eyes off 'em!

...after getting to bed early so I could wake up nice and early to open my presents, along came Christmas Day! I woke up at 7, and listened to the birds for a few moments, before bouncing on my bed for a few extra minutes then rushing inside to start the ripping and tearing! One of the sad things about growing up was the slight detour I needed to make to get my coffee made before I rested my poor old bones on the floor to begin my unwrapping. After handing out the appropriate presents to everyone, I soon had a lovely pile of torn paper and gorgeous presents in front of me, ranging from books to makeup, sexy undies to toy horses, magazines and a PS2, smelly stuff, board games, money and clothes, chocolates & photo frames, candles & 5 absolutely gorgeous handbags - the list goes on. But my most treasured is from the Chef - my very own Trail of Painted Ponies horse, which I get to paint myself. I'm trying to collect them, as they appear slightly more mature than my usual antique horses. After all the excitement, Chef left to his family do, Mum went to pick up Nan and I had the house to myself - and I spent an amazing morning having a long, luxurious bath with my new Frangipani bath stuffs, eating my all time favorite cereal which I ordered from the UK, and doing Suduko in the bath while Sahara ate all the bubbles from it. The bath, not the Suduko, I mean. Once we'd eaten our Christmas lunch, and dozed and digested thoroughly, my brother Brett and I took the pooches for a walk - it's the first time we've spoken for years really. It's not that we don't get on - we just had nothing in common really, and I rarely see him when I make trips home. So it was nice to wander along the beach, skimming stones and exploring the caves with him before heading back to see my Uncle for Christmas dinner. And then the mayhem started.

Eagles Nest on Christmas Day.

Brett received the usual boy toys for Xmas (yes, he's 27, but the fun of using foam darts etc to smack each other never ceases) and we were soon smashing balls and missiles all over the house, much to Mum's amusement (I say amusement. On reflection, it would be horror at the "no balls in the house!" rule being broken, but seeing how much fun my brother and I were having). My Uncle then produced a Badminton set, and soon Chef, Brett & I were all outside having hysterics attempting to hit the shuttlecocks. After scaling the fence and roof several times, we finally gave in to the flies, which were out in their thousands and all extremely friendly.

Brett & I do what we do best - be silly with toys!

Boxing Day was spent at my Nan's, with a massive roast, and my cousin and I attempting to master Hoola Hoops in the back garden. (I have a rather unattractive tan line on my left arm as a result). I then, predictably, went to the beach again, and let the dogs do some snorkeling while I digested my enormous lunch. Well, while I wore off the effects of my sugar high from all the brownies and fudge I'd eaten.

Boxing Day high jinks @ Shack Bay

The day after, the 27th, was the day my Grandfather died in 2003, and we usually have a family day and spend time with Nan, as it's quite emotional. I woke up quite teary and out of sorts, so I had a look at some cards Mum had given my from her Reiki group - they're similar to Tarot cards, and although not sure how much I believe in all of that, I did a reading - and the card said something along the lines of "A male relative from Heaven sends his love", which set me off some more. Nan ended up driving over with my uncle to spend the day with Mum, but I didn't stay long - Chef and I grabbed the boards and headed to the local surf beach, and spent the afternoon trying to remember how to surf. I haven't had so much fun for a long time, except having no wax was rather painful when I continued to slip and bang my hips onto the board. The bruises add nicely to the mozzie bites and sunburn. When we got home, I laid on the concrete in my wetsuit and roasted myself nicely to dry off.

Chef & I drying off on the way home from surfing.

Yesterday, the 28th, was spent eating some more, and painting and drawing horses with watercolor pencils, before walking across the road to the local art gallery. Anything to put off actually going 'home'. Eventually, Chef and I took the dogs for a final walk to the local beach, and spent ages looking in rockpools, hunting down baby crabs and letting the dogs go wild.

Relaxing @ Harmer's Haven

After packing all of our possessions, which seemed to have scattered themselves all over the place over the course of 5 days, we loaded the dogs and made the journey home.
All in all, I had a fabulous time, I loved spending time with my family, all my gorgeous new presents, and the beautiful times spent at the beach, and I'm sad it's all over for another year.
I hope everyone had as great a time as I did, and Christmas cheer to you all :)

I don't want to go home .

kitty + coffee = amusement.

Yes yes. I know I've been banging on about the kitten. But seriously, this is adorable.

She just drank my coffee.
(note the spray bottle next to the table. And my deformed leg.)

Other than this, I haven't a lot of news. I'm not venturing too far from the house due to the state of my stomach and it's inability to hold food right now, so I've been busy with a spray bottle attacking the kitten every time she attempts eating my Christmas tree/breast/Mac wiring. I mistakenly watched Chef do something strange with a fish last night, which involved removing it's head etc, and of course that soon removed the contents of my belly. I have no class. Tomorrow is pay day (hurrah!) and so I will be finishing off the last of my Christmas shopping. Well, I'll be starting it, to be perfectly honest. I'm not very organized this year.


P.S As I was typing, she dozed off next to me, cuddling a Christmas bauble. Let's all say 'awww' and have done with it. No more, I promise.

Introducing obsessive mummy.

...I know, I know. I'm what might be referred to as 'obsessive'. But this little critter is so darn cute, and everything she does is so darn new and exciting! So far today, we've sat and watched a little bit of Pretty Woman. I know, I live a sheltered life; I've only seen snippets of it before. As I snuggled up in my blanket (yes, it's hot out. But I feel like poo.) she snuggled up in the little crevice in my elbow, and looked at me with her big, sleepy eyes and I just wanted to eat her all up. Or pat her lots, at least. Then the dogs noticed her - and she soon woke up and snarled and hissed and showed them who's boss. They seem fascinated with her in a very aloof way. I was then a tad worried she sleeps so much and contemplated calling someone to discuss my concern - until she proceeded to wake up and attempt to maul my breast, and claw her way up my underarm whilst shredding my shirt. She's fallen asleep again after she watched me load the dishwasher, and is tucked half under my bum while I type. I will try and limit my ranting from now on....but she's just so cute!

Introducing Cindi Crawford

My new nine week old bundle of fur and new addition to my rapidly expanding family has arrived. World, meet Cindi Crawford, aptly named due to her adorable little beauty spot.


Now, I'm not a huge fan of the name, but I've known her as that since the day I knew I was getting her, and as such, can think of no other name to suit her. I met her for the first time last night. She fit in the palm of my hand, and looked at me with her beautiful big green eyes. She then hissed at the Chef, which was a great start considering I'd only informed him several minutes earlier she was coming home with us. He's already called this morning under the guise of seeing if I had recovered from my night of 'gastrointestinal upset', and promptly asked how 'kitty' was settling in. See? She's already workin' her little kitty magic.


Now, I've not had a lot to do with kittens, and as a result, I'm somewhat terrified of her - at least with puppies they have ways of showing you you're being too rough, or they're hungry etc. I've no idea how to keep her happy - although she seems quite content staring at the Christmas tree and munching on shredded paper. I'm concerned I'll rupture her spleen or some such if I pick her up, and although I know she's got a few more lives left to life, I'm concerned I'll use them all up very soon.

Photographic Evidence

My last three days, explained.


Disturbingly, the photo below is the first photo of the night - immediately after arriving at the RSL and consuming several Vodka & Raspberry's.

Then we swiftly moved on to some wine...

2 bottles for $12! Bargain!

It was apparently a 'take away' special - we weren't supposed to consume it on premises. We soon wore down the bar man, and enjoyed several bottles. I am slightly unclear as to why the barman then wrote my name on the bottle. I think it had something to do with the Victoria Secret lingerie show we were watching at the time. The reason I forgot, I mean. And then...onto some scotch.

...and then we started on the Malibu & Port.

...and then it started going down hill.

First there were two little munchkins being silly...

After dropping BB in the city, I headed home for a much needed rest and relax, and to celebrate my grandmother's 81st birthday. Tide was in!

On the way home, I popped in to see my father, and pick myself up a lovely bottle of 72% vodka and some chocolate, and said hello to his rainbow lorikeet, Gonzo.

... and now I'm enjoying a curry, the lovely vodka and the Vicar of Dibly Christmas Special. All in all, an extremely fun time.

Be right back

I've ben MIA due to overdue girls night - photos to come once I can refocus and have a little time. Let's just say it was an interesting - and intoxicating - night. I'm heading down to camp at my mothers overnight, and have spent the morning taking the dogs to the city via train, which was an inexperience.

More info to come when I return :)

And if Seah reads this - I can't get your email address to accept my emails - I'm not ignoring you!

Toofy Pegs

I've had a rather sleepless night, and as such, have no brain function to form a new post. So here's some archived ones from my old blog, which are still strangely appropriate.

I am getting one of my first Adult Teeth! Whoo Hoo!
Now, I've been checking all sorts of diagrams etc via the internet *pats Google lovingly* and apparently I am a freak. Kiddies only have 6 teeth at the top and bottom (either side), and I have 7 teeth at the top and bottom either side.
Now I have 7 and a little bit on my bottom left.
Surely it can't be a wisdom tooth, as I haven't got any adult teeth anywhere near it? I've only lost my front 4 at the top and bottom, so I have a grand total of 8 adult teeth in full.
Yes. I am a freak. We knew this allllll along.
But this diagram made me feel infinitely better.



See? Children grow at their own pace - it just seems mine are quite comfortable sitting pretty until the time I need false teeth.

(I wonder how many of you are now searching to find my age on this blog somewhere!).

Early morning bitch fest.

I don't know if it's my natural state of PMS, the weather or whatever, but this really ticked me off. I just received an email from someone from eBay, and was curious, as I've been trying to rein in my addiction lately, and have not bought anything. It was from a girl I bought 2 shirts from (one of which I am wearing right now. I just got out of bed. Please note: it is revolting - and nothing like the photo I bid on). Anyway, she sent me a not very nice email, telling me I was a tight arse, and she would never sell me anything again.

I bought them 3 months ago, and never once went back to look at her new offerings.

She is unhappy because she didn't put a reserve on her clothing, and I bought the two tops for 99cents. So she decided, because I paid too little for them, that she would charge me an extra $10 on shipping, when it would originally have cost $2.10. This chick lives literally only a few miles from here, and the tops are light weight, tiny boob toobs - easily, and cheaply, posted. So I left her a positive feedback and said she was a rip off, and hoped she wouldn't notice and give me negative feedback. Hell, I did nothing wrong - but no. And now she's sending me abusive mail.

I'm beginning to think she's a Drunk Typer - like a Drink Dialler calling their ex, she instead gets Dutch courage and sends emails at 4am from people who wont randomly give her money like she thinks she deserves. If that's the case, I can think of a calling in life that might suit her, and it involves me being a bitch and her on a street corner.

Wicked Wednesday

I've had one of those golden days that don't come around often - the sort of day you wake up refreshed, happy with the world and with that strange mix of nervous excitement, like those few seconds you wake up and know something good is happening, yet can't quite recall what it is.

And it kept going. I had my interview/induction to the RSPCA, which I've been wanting to get into for ages, and it went super well. I start next Friday - I get to spend the day with Seah in the city in adorable new shirts, plastering the city with the Christmas Appeal posters (and then hopefully doing a spot of shopping/stuffing ourselves silly), then the following Friday doing the actual appeal. I can't wait. Next month I start my animal handling course, then I'll be helping with the dogs and barn animals weekly. I'm more than excited.

As soon as that was over, I rushed to Chadstone - and saw my bestest buddy, BB. We haven't caught up for nearly a year - since she moved to Queensland - and with her buying a house and all our general gossip, we had a lot of catching up to do. I love how we can just pick off like there hasn't been 11 months since we last giggled together. I also appreciate the fact we can act ridiculously childish, and have fun without the issue of being massively up ourselves, like so many lovely ladies our age, yet still have a level of decorum in public. Mostly.

We tried on lots of dorky sunglasses, drank Iced Coffee with Oreo's and stuffed ourselves with Krispy Kreme. So much for my diet - I won't think too deeply about the Fajita's I'm making for dinner, either. And we have some exciting plans for Monday night - a good giggle and gossip over drinkies and dinner over looking the gorgeous park, a hand of poker or two, and home for some Sex and the City and cocktails.

{I'm watching Nigella Lawson as I type - my lord she sounds naughty - every thing's juicy, moist or firm or has some kind of sexual connontation, and all those sideways looks at the camera are just downright randy.}

Overheard in...

Comment of the day:

Me: I want to move to America.
Alex: Oh. Permanently?
Me: Yep. I like it there.
Alex: How do you know you like it?
Me: I watch a lot of movies. Oh, and I've been to Los Angeles airport!
Alex: Oh! Well! I didn't realize you knew it so intimately!
Alex: (after a short pause) You know a lot of people are fat there, right?
Me: Really? Hmm. Wanna go get the new crispy chicken burger at Macca's now?

Not to beat last weeks Comment:

Mum: I saw two blonde guys get on the tram this morning. They were very attractive. Then I realized they were ladies. *leans in conspiratorally and whispers* I think they were lesbians.


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Now playing: The Potbelleez - Don't Hold Back
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Puzzlement.

Do clear icy poles - like lemonade flavor - have less calories than the red ones, simply because they have less color?

left hand, right hand...

"...but there's only 3 of us!"

Left hand, right hand in action.

Me being a bad influence.

...so much for face masks & nail painting.

There's plenty more, but they get slightly more incriminating.

Minty Fresh

I'm off to Seah's girls night tonight, and I decided to bake some brownies to share with the ladies.
Usually, I make triple choc fudge, but today I decided to go a bit wacky, and made caramel fudge brownies - basically, they're kind of gooey with lines of sticky caramel sauce running through them. And, of course, I had to taste test them, although today is the start of my new diet. SO of course, now all I can think of is those darn brownies sitting on their cooling rack, chanting my name.

Note: I decided to add a photo of some brownies, as my own look a little bedraggled after I attempted marbling the caramel. And I wondered for a few moments why this specific photo (thank you, google images!) was named 'legal brownies', and why there was a mint leaf on the plate. I'll admit it. My first thought was of how damn tasty Mint Baileys Irish Cream is. Followed closely by MMMM! Mint brownies!

...I think perhaps that sprig is of an altogether different species of plant.

Photo Fun

I found this little game via Single + Cats = Sad, and thought twas worth a giggle.

You have to type the answer to each question into Google Search, and choose a photograph representing it from the first page of answers. Hurrah!

{I also plan on doing this for my dogs, so check A Blog By Thy Dog and see the hilariousity of their answers, too}.
Here goes...


1. Age at next birthday: 22. Still in that 'too young to be taken seriously, yet too old to not know what is wanted from life' bracket.


2. Place I would like to travel: Fiji. I'm going there next year...


but I can't wait to go anywhere with one of these. I do love me a moose.


3. My Favorite place: Anywhere involving a horse or the beach. Except I generally don't wear jeans in the water.



4.My favorite objects: Cocktail. If that's considered an object. If not, the usual. Shoes. Shoes. Shoes.


5.My favorite food: TGI Friday's. *drool*


6. My favorite color: Pink. Only recently, since I discovered dresses and make up.


7.My nickname: It certainly wasn't Pink Power Ranger.



8.The place I was born: Inverloch. (well, obviously it was in a hospital somewhere, but this is the place I grew up and call home).



...phew!! That took a trifle longer than expected.

Your turn!


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Now playing: John Denver and the Muppets - Christmas Carols- 12 Days of Christmas
via FoxyTunes

There's a world outside your window...

As I slobbed around the house this morning trying to put off cleaning the bathroom just a little longer, it dawned on me. This is what I crave for the other 10 months of the year - waking up to bright sunshine, crawling from bed and knowing I'm going to combine my 3 favorite things very shortly - shopping, receiving presents, and spending Christmas on the beach.
So to get myself slightly more in the mood, I downloaded some more Christmas carols to add to my shocking collection, and as I debated which warpping paper best suited my cousins alcoholic chocolates, I pondered which was the worst of the lot - Dolly Parton & Garth Brookes with Silver Bells, Alvin and the Chipmunks with the 12 Days of Christmas, or whatever it was the Muppets were 'singing'. They were woeful.
And due to the fact I continue to re-open my thumb every time I attempt using the sticky tape, I've been using my elbows/toes/Phoenix to hold down the bits of paper I need before working out how to get the tape off the reel. It's been quite good exercise.

It's fair to say I'm getting quite excited for Christmas Day. In the meantime, I'm looking forward to the arrival of my new family member. I know I've not had a lot of luck with my pets lately, but the house seems so empty and I miss having someone else to look after. So my kitten is due any day. It's the illegitimate child of Seah's friends cat, and if her Grandmother doesn't choose the kitty I want, she has a gorgeous little beauty mark on her face, and I shall name her Cindi Crawford. Adorable, no? I'm just a little concerned this make occur:


Well, the time has come to purchase some more tinsel and wrap everything I can find in it, and perhaps find some recipes for eggnog. Only 26 days to go!


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Now playing: Band Aid 20-2004 - Do They Know It's Christmas
via FoxyTunes

Just for shits and giggles.

I found this super fun, although slightly infuriating.
I donated 1520 grains of rice. I rock.

I also had a play with a Carbon Counter, to see just how big my footprint is. I couldn't find an Australia version, so I just stated I was from Delaware. The name makes me think of pompous, golf sweater wearing men with comb overs. Or Tupperware.

It said my yearly emission was 19.71, which I'm sure isn't remotely accurate - it didn't ask how long I dry my hair for, if I use my remote control for the TV much, or how often I fart. Surely they are key elements to estimating my emissions?

I then had an interesting conversation with Santa. I shit you not.

The Favorite Quotes on Overheard In New York just kill me. Occasionally get a snort of laughter from Passive Aggressive Notes, too.

...And now time to fold the washing.

ouch.

My cut thumb went kinda black and horrid this morning. So I went to the doctors. Got washed out, stuck back together, and told not to get it went for 3 days. Phoenix is totally mesmerized by the smell of the stuff they put on it, and as you can see, thinks it's damn tasty. So much for keeping it dry.

I don't worry 'cos everything's gonna be alright

I'm too lazy to blog properly. Here's a few key things that have happened lately.

* I spent Friday with A, and had a shopping spree and ended up at the Lion in Melbourne Central in an Alba Fan Club dress, which was 2 sizes larger than I normally buy. I'd like to think this is a one off.

* I was surrounded by 14 year old thugs with blades calling me nasty names because they wanted a cigarette. This is the second time in a week I've had groups of boys get their knives out in the city. I'd like to blame this one on not being allowed to smoke indoors - I'm forced onto the street with no Security at 2 am to have a cigarette. I realize I should quit. But in the meantime, I don't want to get stabbed.

* Speaking of stabbed. I sliced half my thumb off when I was making a curry last night. I was strangely screwed up by it - it's the first time I ever recall the feeling of the ground rushing to meet me without the aid of a horse or alcohol. I then vomited. Then I cried. I am such a child.

* I went to the Pet & Pony Expo on Sunday with the Chef, Seah & Tezz. Yep, this means I'm talking to my dogs again. I had an OK time, but things are still strained with the Chef.
I'm still looking for my own place, and instead of placing emphasis on our relationship or lack thereof right now, I'm concentrating on getting my own life together if things don't work out, which is how it's looking right now.

* I'm craving spending some time down in the country, and getting away for a bit. I miss my Mum, I miss the beach, and I miss freedom. There's only 28 days til Christmas, and the excitement just isn't there, due to our shitty financial status and our fucking up relationship status. I want to go make Sandmen (an Aussie variation of Snowmen) with my mum and squeeze all my presents. Basically, I want to act like a small, molly coddled child again.


* I am totally in love with this song right now. I'm not usually a huge fan of screaming women vocalists, but something just clicks for me with this track.



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Now playing: Alicia Keys - No One (2oo7)
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