Hi!

I'm a silly silly girl and D is a silly silly boy and we are both sunburned like you wouldn't believe.

It all started on Saturday when I got the keys to our company's facilties on a lake. Now before you curse "the man", keep in mind I work for a power company. The 'lake" is actually the cooling water used by one of our plants. But, before you start imagining three-eyed simpsonesque fish....let me just say that this lake is huge and sparkling and clean. The water is not chemically treated, and is used solely for the purposes of cooling water....and is therefore filtered for large debris (with a fish friendly filter).

It is surrounded by green green green!

The water was nice and cool. The day was partly cloudy. The breeze was just shy of warm.....and we had zero sunblock. Silly!

In other news....I'm totally freaking out.

D and I are applying for a mortgage so that we can buy our own little piece of the american dream! Can you believe it. This has been a big goal of our for so long... it would be cool if it all works out. We'd be selling the last scrap of our souls and moving out to suburbia...but, the shorter commute to work, and the less populated neighbourhoods would be soooo nice.

I think we're ready.

If you want to dream along with us check this site out. We're looking in area 15.....

Speaking of revolting foods:

Foreigners to be offered dog meat juice at World Cup - [26/4/2002] - Hindustantimes.com

(swiped from metafilter)

So, let me get this straight...dog juice is less offensive than dog hamburgers?

Interesting article about beef.

The more I read, despite my love of a really good steak, the more repulsed I am by it all...

Just when I'd weaned myself off sodas...

How Ironic.....

ANZAC DAY

Lest we forget

Chicago is super cool.

What a neat city!

The training has been pretty demanding...but really interesting.

Monday we went into town and had pizza at Gino's East and some beers.

Last night we went to a microbrewery and had some incredible sushi.

Tonight we watched a cubs game and had some hotdogs and budweiser.

Ahh...it is a tough life.

I'm now waiting up late for delivery of a stuffed pizza to take home to D. I'm a good wifey I am!

I'm in love...

Revealing!

This is where I admit I have some closet craft tendencies. See that green afghan? I'm halfway through making it in a denimy-blue heathered yarn.

One of the guys here (engineer ofcourse!) has a theory that what differentiates men from women is that a man can name one (1) all time favourite band/music group...and a woman can't narrow it to one.

I think he's oversimplistic and entirely too rigid, but it's gotten me thinking about what my favourites are. I have, of course, a rotation of new and old stuff...but there are some favourites I always go back to. Like: Jeff Buckley, Paul Kelly, Sting, Harry Connick Jr, Ben Folds (Five), anything written by Gershwin, Beatles, Metallica....

Pretty pedestrian I guess.

That's not to say that I don't form some temporary obsessions...like recently I've been listening to this when I'm commuting.

What are your constant faves?

Darwin at work

Pleayse Exploin! (tm Pauline Hanson):

Why is the media so shocked that Powell is coming home without achieving a peace plan?

Am I stupid or missing something essential? Was there ever a hope that an American (an outsider) would come up with a peace plan for two (religious) nations at war?

That's right USA, just keep sending your money and we'll keep killing each other.....

Hi!

Remember me?

Well, let me tell you something: dogs + soybeans = bad idea.

Ok, the background is that Ruby (the hairy one) has been suffering from allergic hives on and off since we moved here. D's been doing research on food allergies in dogs and decided to put both the girls on super hypo-allergenic diets. Last week their dinner consisted of cottage cheese, brown rice, steamed veggies, vitamins, spirulina and other supplements...

This week it WAS going to be soy beans instead of cottage cheese.....

Except that the beagle woke up at 3 am busting for a poo...so busting she didn't make it outside. (poo stories....you love...) Nice one!

The good thing (bad thing) is that I was already awake since I've been up all night with my insomnia and horrendous shoulder/back pain. Nice one!

So, we're all staying home today and watching bad daytime tv, looking at houses on the internet, and generally feeling sorry for ourselves....

What Is Hell House?

again, WTF?

Nice One!

WTF?

Metaphilm

His files, my blog and notebooks...

I don't remember until I reread my words, and then the memory is there, rich in detail.

can't...stop...eating...eat..through...the...pain...

zoiks!!!!

This can't be healthy.

Interesting

And I thought women were catty about this sort of thing.

Incredible.....

MY COUNTRY by Dorothea Mackellar
The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes,
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins.
Strong love of grey-blue distance
Brown streams and soft, dim skies -
I know but I cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of rugged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror -
The wide brown land for me!

The stark white ring-barked forests,
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold rush of noon.
Green tangle of the brushes,
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree tops
And ferns the warm dark soil.

Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart, around us,
We see the cattle die -
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady, soaking rain.

Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the Rainbow Gold,
For flood and fire and famine,
She pays us back three-fold.
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze ...

A opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land -
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand -
Though earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.

(not that it's technically my country, but a girl can get homesick...even if home is relative)

oh please, oh please, oh please?

Um, Australians? Is this a good thing, or a bad thing?

Interesting!

I was in class all day yesterday learning about futures.

Today I'm in class all day learning about options.

Wednesday and Thursday I'm in class all day learning about energy risk management.

Good Stuff!

Also, tonight I'm going to the orientation for the Child Advocacy group.

Busy girl!

Oh, did I tell you I went to a lovely brunch on Sunday and then spent the entire afternoon alone browsing the shops? Bliss!

(I decidedly woke up on the right side of the bed this morning, can you tell?)

doh

poor mario

It should be confirmed that I've lost my mind.

Or, I have serious spring fever.

I can't focus on anything for more than five minutes. It pains me to talk/deal with people that are slow. (Shut up, more than usual).

I'm having wild capricious thoughts of bora bora and lovely native men.

Why oh why must I work for a living?

I'm a good girl, why am I not rewarded by little gumby with a couple mill in the lottery?

Jeepers creepers! These bugs are big

disturbing...

eBun-in-the-Oven


via meme pool

Woman accused of trying baby-for-dog trade - April 4, 2002

Now, I do love dogs, but this is extreme...

The sky is falling!

(or it will be nearly 900 years from now)

Jesus of the Week 2002

How do you tell your child, "Daddy wanted to name you after the heavens above, but he can't spell a three-letter word."

I love to see a young girl go out and grab the world by the lapels. Life’s a bitch. You’ve got to go out and kick ass.
—Maya Angelou

Dogs!

I like dogs more than I like most people...

WTF?

Shampoo results in early puberty

!!!!

Complexity Theory... one of my biggest fascinations.

There's hope for me yet...

where are you people

"It's strange. You never start out life with the intention of becoming a bankrupt or an alcoholic or a cheat and a thief. Or a liar." -- Raymond Carver

An oldie but a goodie....

"Chocolate birthday cake with "2/23/90" written on top, seven pink candles, one coconut, kiwi fruit juice, pineapple juice, one mango, grapes, lettuce, cottage cheese, peaches, one banana, one delicious apple, chef salad without meat and with thousand island dressing, fruit salad, cheese, and tomato slices"

What would your final meal request be?

Backstabbers!

So in a way, it makes sense that most of my mates are males....

The Osbournes

This show is absolutely insane and has a certain train-wreck fascination for me.

Jennifer, do you remember crazy pete...the crazy pete from our night at the bog where the two old slappers (one in pink capris and one in a muu muu) got into a drag down fist fight? The one that kept grasping your hand?

The night that freaky guy in a skin tight muscle shirt kept trying to forcefully seduce you by being an asshole?

Remember, the one with the lady/man doing the stocking dance and the fetid dixie beers?

That memorable night of strawberry something or another death shooters and being extolled to EN-joy each other by some drunk arse on the street....

Ah, I miss the days of feral utes and bad polyster shirts on old men....

Ozzy Osborne and crazy Pete share the same speech impediment....mumblemumblemumble... I wonder, did you keep his card as a memento of that night?

His wife is nutty in the way that only rich crazy old british bags can be nutty......

His children are indescribable, all I know is that I was much amused last week when one of the sprogs was complaining that the gyno had called her and told her how she should prepare her vagina for her appointment the next day.

You know how I'm absolutely stunned by people that readily talk of their orifices and secretions....

PS. Have I told you that crazy Pete actually followed me to Houston? He did. We went out for drinks with him one night, but I had to draw the line when he pleaded for our attendance at some fancy dress party in which he dressed in a negligee and garter belt.... I run into him every once in a while and am reminded what a small and freaky world this really is.

New Pick-up line?

Hey, come see my cannon!

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