TGI Friday

Hey cool cats...

A few things are happening in my part of the world:

Private Jake Kovco - An Australian soldier serving in Iraq dies 'accidently'. Apparently, he shot himself in the head whilst cleaning his gun, or the gun went off while next to him when he was on the computer, or, whatever. The media is just as baffled as we are... but the government knows something and his family (and the rest of us) are becoming more and more convinced, we are in the midst of a major cover-up. Then, they fuck up his return to Melbourne, by sending the remains of an unidentifyed Bosnian in his casket by mistake. So where is Jake? Media are having a field day. What an utter disgrace. Poor Jake. Poor Kovco family. R.I.P.

I'm sorry Australia - One of the Bali 9 drug smugglers says sorry in a public statement from her jail cell in Bali. No Renae, we're sorry. NOT. 4 of the 9 convicted 'drug mules' had their sentences reduced yesterday after appealing to the high court in Bali. 2 more are appealing their sentence of death by firing squad. Didn't that dumb bitch Shapelle Corby teach you dickheads anything!?!?! You go anywhere near drugs in Indonesia, if they can just smell it on you, they will chop your head off. You should be sorry, for embarassing us with your blatent stupidity, once again. Idiots.

Port Arthur, 10 years on - Today is the 10 year anniversary of the mass shooting, by Martin Bryant at Port Arthur. 35 people were shot dead by the schizophrenic fuck, who is rotting in a nice little jail cell in Tasmania as we speak. Being in Tasmania for more than 5 minutes is punishment enough for any normal person, but mental illness of not, he should be on death row. Anyone who watches children run and hide under a bus, screaming and crying, then walks over, bends down and shoots them, is more than mentally ill, he's a fucken heartless bastard.


In Sport -

Football gets gay - Sam Newman finally said what we were all thinking last night on 'The Footy Show'. 10 years ago, we were watching a sport that no-one out of Australia dare played - it was too rough. It was exciting, players were kicking long, to the forward line, we were watching contested marks by key forward players, followed hopefully, by a ripper goal. Nowdays, players are chipping short, playing it safe to find a man on his own, so they can slowly, but surely make there way down to the goal square. Umpires are giving out free kicks for fairy kisses. Players are trying for Oscar winning performances, by faking falling down and being knocked out. All the time. This isn't football, hell, it's not even Australian!!! It needs to change.

Nathan Brown takes a rest - The Richmond battler, who last year broke his leg in half, on the field (no shit)... came back to play this year. After a year on the sidelines, and only 4 matches into the season, his coaches pull him out of the squad for an indefinete period, to let him rest. It was too soon. Seeing the poor guy hobble around the ground sucked.

Cats eat their words - 2 weeks ago, they were the 'premiership favourites'. Hot off their NAB cup win, they were playing confident, aggressive football. I have had the pleasure of watching this side play, many times, and they are nothing short of magnificent. But the past couple of weeks, they have just fallen short, last week by a heartbreaking, single, point. It was a fantasic game, the best I have seen all year, but the Western Bulldogs were just that little more desperate and of course, they were kicking straight, something the Cats are struggling with lately.

Lloyd out for a year - Yes, Easy, it's true. Our star forward and brand new skipper, 2 weeks ago had a little fall whilst streching to make a grab. 'A little hamstring injury', we heard from the trainers. 4 days later, front page of the sport section: 'Lloyd out for the rest of the season'. My heart sank a million times over. Apparently, his hamstring tore completely off the bone and will require multiple operations before he can run again. I thank god every day for James Hird - our only chance of staying in the competition. As much as I hate to say it, Essendon players are looking unfit, old and bland. Not a good combination.

Oh, and one more thing -


HAPPY FRIDAY!!!!!!!
Remember to wear your pieces of flare - it's a 15 minimum.

Sweet pics

A few pictures from my lazy weekend away.



The view from our balcony. I just adore this house. I wish I could live there 24/7.





'Penelope' the parrot, who visited me every morning. I would sneak out of the warm bed we set up next to the fire and creep outside, just to feed her Tiny Teddies.



'Jess' the big old Border Collie who followed me around this 2nd hand bookshop for about an hour. Every time I would lean down to pat her, she would let out a big groan and flip over onto her back prompting me to scratch her tummy. She was gorgeous.



Morning.

And now, pics from my sleepless night, last night. I think the short hit of insomnia was due to me being anxious about returning to work, I was so happy on the coast. As you can see... I was going crazy.



Texture and colour.



Creepy.

In other news - yesterday was the traditional Anzac Day clash between Essendon and Collingwood. Every year this match is like a mini grand final... 95,000 people packed into the G yesterday. These people, plus the millions watching at home, witnessed Collingwood win. Damn. I think I need a new passion, or football team. Maybe I will take up pottery.

Sweet nothing!

I feel so boring and lifeless. Where is the excitement?? Where is the spark??

It seems I have become a hermit. All I want to do is stay home, switch my phone off and watch films.
My cell phone is pissing me off. I just want to be left alone!
I'm not sure what this is... maybe it's stress... maybe it's the freezing cold and rainy weather... I don't know... but it's freakin depressing!

This weekend, J and I are getting away to the coast. Oh how I love the beach, so much more during cold weather. I'm looking forward to it so SO much and cannot wait to curl up next to the fire with a good book and a glass of wine.

Other things that are happening around me, that I'm not taking much notice of:

My best friend from high school is coming back to Aus for a week holiday on Sunday. She left us about two years ago, as she had fallen in love with a Canadian (haven't we all) and went to Canada, then when that ended, she went to NZ and fell in love with a Kiwi. They are now engaged and playing happy families over there until he can get a working visa. Can't wait to see her... all grown up!

We are slowly getting closer to finding a new house. Something I cannot be bothered even talking about with my friends. Again, turning phone off people!!!!!

I didn't go home to the family for Easter lunch... I'm just not interested.

I cancelled on three social engagements this week. Mostly I just stayed in and watched TV, or, went to Dad's and watched TV.
Everybody else, has way too much energy for me!

Tuesday is Anzac Day and the office will be closed Monday - so that is four more days off.
I should be excited, but I'm not.

I'm not really interested in much, obviously.

I have an inkling that it may have something to do with my uni work. It's subject matter can get quite depressing. The thesis that I have been trying to write, is on 'Homicide in the 70's'. It's very interesting and I do enjoy it (I better get used to it!) but no-one is really interested in hearing about my morbid life... thesis really do take over your life. Last night researching at book shops called 'Kill City' could also be straining the happy cord. Hmmm.

Anyway.. take care

Random crap

If I had a time machine... I would go back to the 70's, join a hippy commune and partake in sing-a-longs, in this combie.



After four days of flat, Bells Beach turns on the 'best waves in 20 years' for Kelly Slater to win, again! Rad dude.



MCG is back! The annual Anzac Day clash between Collingwood and Essendon sells out to 80,000 lucky bastards. Lets just hope Essendon can start to play less like a pack of squealing girls. Matthew Lloyd out for 4 weeks with a hamstring injury, sees Hird back in the Skipper's seat where he belongs. If we get beat by Collingwood.... I quit.



Road trip along the coast! This is where J and I will be this weekend! Bliss.

Filthy

http://www.crimelibrary.com/news/original/0406/1701_kevin_underwood.html
http://huffcrimeblog.com/

Times like these, make me glad capital punishment is still in force in the U.S.

Makes me sick to my stomach to think, how her poor father is feeling right now.

Fucking disgusting piece of shit. The depths of hell, are not a bad enough place for you, you sick fuck.

What's HOT what's NOT #3

HOT



Choc chip Hot Cross Buns - The new Easter Egg





Rip Curl Pro @ Bells Beach - One of the best parts about the Easter long weekend.





The Bombers - always HOT. C'mon boys... I'll be there, so don't disappoint me.

NOT




Keith Richards hanging out his laundry half naked (in Sydney) - all together now: EW!!!!!!!!!! Front page news, can you believe it!!!






The OC - it's, like, totally boring now...






American version of The Office - It's stolen!! The Brits do it WAY better.

Happy Easter!

Enjoy everybody.

"Um..excuse me..."

"I believe you have my stapler"...

To the person in my office who is using my supplies and not returning them... I WILL STAPLE YOUR ASS TO THE ELEVATOR DOOR IF YOU DO IT, ONE, MORE, TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Don't f*ck with a chick who is PMSing.

Thank you. Have a nice day.

"Un-pimp" your ride

VW seems to think that some 'un-pimping' is cool... check out the funny comercials.

http://www.leftlanenews.com/2006/02/22/vw-strikes-again-un-pimp-my-ride-videos/

YGF

Creative creations and questionable traitors

It's funny how creative you can be with food, when you are flat broke.

At the moment my fridge/pantry consists of:

Half a red cabbage
1 avocado
Half a punnet of cherry tomatoes
hummus Dip
Half a cucumber
Three sticks of celery
Four Eggs
1 red onion
Two minute noodles
Chili Paste
Soy Sauce

Last night I had a wonderful scrambled egg, red cabbage salad with avocado and hummus. Torture.
I wonder how an egg, celery and hummus stir fry would taste like! I guess I will find out tonight for dinner.

unfortunately, according to my unforgiving bank balance plus rent/bills, this malnutritional, beer craving nightmare will have to continue for a couple more weeks.

Ugh.

The YGF charity is now open for donations!



In other observations... I had a pretty lengthy and heated discussion with a friend of J's on the weekend, about being a loyal sports fan. The question: As a fan, can you switch teams?

As a woman, I think I am more open minded to this than men. Sometimes, I can be excited by another team in the league for a little while, due to great play, media coverage, or a cute bum... and this results in me following their games more closely. For a while. This doesn't mean I am a fan, just a general supporter of the game who appreciates another team. Men do it to... but, seem to be more loyal, single minded, die hard supporters for their chosen team.

Can you go to game where neither team is your own and barrack for your favourite?

What if you become more passionate about a team other than your own? Is that ok, if you move house to another area or state, or just generally change as a person?

Can you switch???
Can you barrack for two teams?


Who has the freakin answers?!?!? Why do I give a shit!?
LACK OF CARBOHYDRATES AND RED MEAT MAKE YGF GO CRAZY!!!!!!!

Catty

It continues to amaze be exactly how catty women are. We are like a pack of wolves, vultures even, constantly competing against each other for men's attention.

It makes me sick.

Now I can safely say, I only become one of those wolvey women when it involves my own boyfriend. I only want HIS attention, no other guy matters to me. But I sure as hell do not like having to compete against a pack of wolves to get it.

I will start from the beginning of the day.

Saturday was a fresh, cold day. The wind had a bit of bite. The morning was refreshing and bright. Perfect for the footy. J and I drove the hour down to Geelong to watch the Cats play North Melbourne. Skilled Stadium is sold out for the entire season. The entire season! You have to pay 500 bucks for a seat in a corporate box if you want to watch sitting down! We were all set to pay the 20 bucks on a standing room only ticket (you know, the area where you get beer spilled down your back and you discover new swear words you never knew existed!) until a woman charged up to us with extra seated tickets! (Her children couldn't make the game) God bless you mystery woman. You made our day! I think I'm in love with you... Ha!

Let me just say, these tickets were certainly not crappy! About 10 rows up, right behind the goals. Bliss. We drank beer and screamed and yelled, I swore, a lot (sorry Marce) and generally had the time of our lives watching the Cats embarrass the Roos. Yay!

Anyway, after our very long and exciting day... beer was most certainly on the cards. We couldn't get back to the pub fast enough. J drove us back to Melbourne and we dropped in on a friend's house that was hosting a small party.

This is where is gets catty.

It's approx 10pm on a Saturday night.
1 inner city apartment.
10 disgracefully drunken girls.
My boyfriend.

Now these girls are really J's friends. He works with most of them and has done for years. I generally enjoy hanging out with them, in particular a couple of those girls who I would happily steal for my own!

The rest of them make up the pack of wolves that I mentioned earlier.

I my friends, had to witness these girls dance around the lounge room like strippers, using my boyfriend as the pole.
If he tried to get away, a couple of them would jump on and straddle him... One girl in particular took a fancy to biting him, wherever she could find a spare piece of bare flesh.

Now don't get me wrong... I was shitty. Actually, I was hurt. J generally wasn't doing anything wrong. They were just bitches. No respect for me, our relationship, or themselves.

I didn't do what was in the back of my mind, what the little devil on my shoulder was rooting for. Trust me, it took all of my will-power not to drag her down the marble steps by her feet so her stupid, ugly face hit them one but one.

I let J handle it himself. I couldn't possibly cause a scene. I'd never been in a situation like that before. J did handle it well, and in turn, didn't leave my side for the rest of the night. The poor boy clung to me like a toddler to his mother.

Those cows. I know exactly how handsome and gorgeous he is. It's clearly obvious. Girls love him, because he is a gentleman, he's kind and sweet, he listens to them and is always there to help out his friends. Women also love him because he is mischievous and cheeky and always in trouble, they just adore him. I know they would all love to be me. That's why I hardly ever make any new girl friends. I just never thought I would have to witness them going in for the kill.

I know a lot of my readers will probably be thinking "how juvenile", SO WAS I!!! We graduated from high school a long time ago! Why does this still happen? Don't women ever grow up when it comes to men?!?!?

Now, I stumped on what to do. I can't trust them around him anymore. I'm afraid I will take this out on him and become a suspicious, jealous, clingy girlfriend every time he kisses me goodbye.

I have learnt that women would kick you while you were down, if it involved getting the man they wanted. Some women only want what is clearly somebody else's. Why are we like this? It's disgusting.

What's HOT what's NOT #2

HOT


The Subways - Just like Jet and The Stokes only more British. Worth a listen.


Clerks 2 - Kevin Smith is the man. Please marry me Jay?!?!


Bras n Things 'Hanky Panky' Section - Hours and hours of fun! For everyone!

NOT


Jessica's Boobs doing the talking on Baywatch - Enough dumb blondes already! Next.


Eminem splits from wife a second time - Go back to your trailer park and die already.

9/11 Plane Movie - So not hot.

4 things

Four jobs I've had:

Waitress - Boring
Office Chick - Boring
Office Manager - Boring with more work.
PR Consultant/Event Manager - Sadly, getting boring too.


Four movies I can watch over and over:

High Fidelty
Old School
So I Married an Axe Murderer
The Goonies


Four places I have lived:

Melbourne - On and off... hopefully on, forever.
Perth - Western city of Australia. Hardly 'westernized'.
A million suburbs within Melbourne - not worth the time to type out.

Four television shows I love to watch:

Lost - sadly getting a little mundane
Family Guy - Nothing can make me laugh more
Scrubs - so clever, Zach Braff is one talented dude
The OC - I know, I know... Its a shameful addiction

Four places I have been on holiday:

Fiji
Queensland, Australia (all over)
Byron Bay (usually annually)
The Great Ocean Road - thankfully only 2 hours drive away. Blessed.


Four of my favourite dishes:

My Mom's Sunday roast - Nothing in the world beats a mother's cooking. My Mom's cooking just happens to be freakin superb!

A big plate of fresh sushi - something I become addicted to and then get sick of... About 5 times a year!

Chicken Parmigana - Preferably at a pub, with beer, whilst watching the football.

'Mexican Explosion' - It's a brilliant dish at a takeaway place near my house. Comprising of, a mini burrito, taco, fajita, nachos and lots and lots of re-fried beans and rice... MMMMMMMMMMM.

Seafood Pealla - If you can't give me Mexican, give me Spanish.

*Sorry that was 5. I could go on forever, really.


Four places I would rather be right now:

At home, curled up on the couch, eating one of the favourite dishes I mentioned above, watching trashy American soaps, reading trashy magazines. Individual comfort comes in strange ways, doesn't it?

At the beach. Enough said.

In a cosy coffee shop with an open fire place, reading the newspaper.

Driving to nowhere.

Four pet hates:

Bad manners
Bad drivers
People who can talk about themselves until the end of the world, but cannot listen to what you have to say.
Being interrupted.

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Would be cool if someone else had the time to complete this survey, on their blog. Hint, hint.

Socks, jocks and clocks

Hey kids!

It's a dreary Monday... it's nice.

Daylight savings is finally over. I know anyone that reads this, will probably just be starting your summer time, but it really seemed like an endless summer here. Yesterday was a rainy, cold and windy day. I stayed in and watched movies all day. Love Story, because I think Ali MacGraw is a total babe. (I can't find a copy of her autobiography anywhere!!!) Unfaithful, because Oliver Martinez is a total spunk and High Fidelity.... well because it is an old favourite and I have a major crush on John Cusack. I realised how deep I was into a chick moment when I got to the counter at Blockbuster, but didn't fight it - it was Sunday afterall.

The Bombers kicked off the season in style!


Our new captain kicked an impressive 8 goals! It was an all round stellar performance against last season's premiers.
They were shell-shocked, to say the least! The excuses for Sydney (opposing team) are still coming thick and fast from people in shock, but we really did just out-play them. Aggressive, confident football, makes for very happy Bombers fans. Let us hope they keep it up!

I didn't get to catch much of the footy this weekend, as I was busy scooting around town, visiting family and friends. J and I went to the cinemas on Saturday night and saw V for Vendetta. Only because we missed the start time of the film we really wanted to see. Don't bother with it.... let me tell you, if I wasn't curled up in one of J's college sweaters, eating popcorn and chocolate, I would have walked out. I just couldn't be assed getting up.

I have been looking around for winter boots and woolies as the days get frostier. Not forgetting the all important slippers! This year I may go with the dreaded uggs. They are just so comfy! But in the mean-time I found the coolest, most comfy and warm bed socks, that I have been shuffling around the house in. I hate shoes, and when its warm, you can't find me with more than a pair of thongs on my little feet... if anything. But more than I hate shoes, I hate having cold feet... so one must comprimise.

J has been working quite a lot recently. I have been feeling a little neglected. I feel guilty about that, because I always end up getting cranky and thinking about pulling a Diane Lane on his ass. But I never would... of course.
It's just so frustrating, when it seems like there is no quality time. *Sigh*

Meanwhile, the post man has a crush on me. Every morning he comes in to the office, stumbles, fumbles, blushes and tries to make eye contact with me. If he didn't look like a serial killer, I would think it was kind of cute. But instead, it's very creepy. I'm just glad he doesn't know where I live!

So after turning our clocks back over the weekend - I'm hungry and its only 11am. And I have a hankering for sushi. Again.
I think it's about time I found a new lunch time obsession. Oliver Martinez anyone??

YGF x