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
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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
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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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Wish I could turn back the hands of time

My dogs killed my rabbit last night. She'd gotten out earlier in the day, and although happy hopping around on my deck, was soon put back and her hutch fixed. I even went out with my aching back in the pouring rain to double check, and give her a pat for being so clever. A few hours later, I heard Sahara bark, and knew they'd gotten her.

I feel like turning myself in to the RSPCA. I bought her home to give her a better life, and yet I've done nothing but aide her butchering. I am so upset with my dogs; although I know it's human (well, doggy) nature for them to want to play and hunt rabbits. I don't know which they were doing. The poor girl.

- - - -R.I.P- V i n d a l o o - - -

Sahara's modeling has been canceled, and I'm yet to want either near me, and now I feel like I'm neglecting them. I can't even walk them - I somehow managed to hurt my back yesterday afternoon, and since then I have had trouble sitting down and walking. Basically, I'm in agony, but I desperately need to work tomorrow to get some cash. I just don't think lifting 35kg boxes and bending over all day will be doing me any good. *sigh*



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Now playing: Puff Daddy & Faith feat. 112 - I'll Be Missing You
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Remembering Ruby

My dogs truly bring all types of good things (minus the fleas) - today I received a wonderful book in the mail from a lovely woman named Melisa Wells, all the way from the U S of A.
She somehow stumbled across my Dogger Bloggy, left me a nice comment, and since then I've been following her process of publishing and promoting her book, Remembering Ruby - For Families Living Beyond The Loss Of A Pet.
The photo were gorgeous, the story; although terribly sad, really was brilliant in tying in relevant information and not being too overwhelming for children. Having said that, it would be a great guide for children of any age - and parents needing a little guidance and advice.

Yep, I'll never be a book reviewer. But in all seriousness, check out Melisa's Remembering Ruby journey here, and then go order yourself a copy.

...no words, just giggles and wiggles.

...in other news, I'm still feeling like shite from my weekend. I'm getting too old for this kind of thing.

I went to an engagement party, and took advantage of the free champagne. And wine. And then the really cheap scotch. Not a particularly good combination, once the cake was added. The highlight of the evening was the disturbing bathroom facilities - the party was being held at a local lawn bowls club, and instead of 'If it's not on, it's not on" and general STD awareness signs on the back of the cubicle walls, there was "free breast screening for over 55's". As I was searching for an extra roll of paper, I became aware of the lacy net curtains running around the perimiter of the room - then realized the 2nd roll of loo paper was artfully sewn into said curtains. There was then a 'powder room' with vast floral arrangements and white wicker chairs covered in white lace doilies. It's strange seeing how other people live.

By the time I made it home it was time to get up - I was off to my Grandmothers to make Christmas Puddings and various other tasty delights. All was well (after several cups of tea, some NoDoze and a lot of ginger biscuits) until she poured brandy in my mixing bowl. The smell of fermented five buck chuck did nothing to ease my stomach, but I still managed to consume vast amounts of pavlova, chocolate bavarian and custard tart. Drool.

I was going to add photographic evidence of my drunken decline throughout the evening, but they're just too embarrassing. I tend to lean a lot the more I drink, and then I start squinting in an attempt to prove I'm not tipsy. Not hot.

So here is one of the start of the night, when I was only a few champer's in - and totally happy because I am so deeply in love with this song right now, and got to listen to it pumping thru A's new stereo in the car on the way there. I'm such a bogan.

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Now playing: Samim - Heater [Original Mix]
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if only...

This morning I hopped off the train early, as 3 thugs with knives sat next to me. Luckily I still made it to the city early, and managed to sit next to a stunning Canadian guy, enjoying my Light Iced Caramel Macciato, and sat watching Santa terrify small children. I'm now sat eating nachos with my mum, watching the ice hockey on fox at Australia Arcade. Life rocks. - sent from my hiptop3

Don't carry nothin' that can be a load

I have returned!
Yes, I actually went camping in my Mother's back yard. And it wasn't as geeky as I suspected. I spent hours talking and giggling with mum, drinking numerous cups of tea and eating her entire chocolate biscuit collection, and watching silly T.V in between walking the dogs and checking out some real estate near her. We had a slightly abusive and threatening letter from our landlord on the way down, which put a bit of a dampner on our trip, but we used it to our advantage and looked at some truly revolting houses. It seems 'renovated' means the kitchen cupboards don't meet, or the floor's on a slant and there's writing all over the walls. "Fully fenced" meant a strip of barbed wire going around the solitary house in a cow field, and "established gardens" actually refers to the mosquito larva infested pond surrounded by waist high grass.

Still, I had a good time, and it makes me realize how much I miss being close to my family.




^ An extremely unexciting video of my local beach.


And today I'm busy dealing with estate agents, faxing off house applications and heading into the city to meet mum for a coffee. We obviously need to meet the day after I leave to dissect my trip and every conversation all over again. And it's an excuse for a Venti Gingerbread Frappucinno with Whip. I love Christmas (& Starbucks).

It's a gorgeous day, and I'm having a massive laundry crisis. I finally received the shorts & dress I bought from eBay 5 months ago, and they're both hideous. Although I have the shorts in jeans, I managed to buy them in a size too big. Always the way. So they're on my 'mending' pile and I'll sometime in the future turn them into a masterpiece.

Bunnykins is still without a name, and still eating at an alarming rate.

...And...it's the finale of So You Think You Can Dance tonight! {Hence my song choice for today!} How excitement!



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Now playing: Michael Jackson - Michael Jackson - Ease on down the road (The Wiz soundtrack)
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