That would explain the throwing up. And possibly the irritability and weeping. And the inability to cope with people that eat my beloved companion animals and insist on telling me how great they taste.
Edited to add: Due date is currently 23/11/07. Which is kind of spooky since our best man and woman are due on the 19th.
Croc eats ‘irritating’ boy
I’m still feeling under the weather, and generally sarcastic and pissed off with the world, but I think there is a lesson here for all of us. Don’t throw rocks at anyone with teeth bigger than your forearm.
It’s not a bargain. But it is a bin.
Mark bought all of our new bedroom furniture yesterday, but the TV cabinet we wanted for the bedroom was out of stock. They implied that it was never coming back into stock, but showed him one in the “Bargain Bin” section of the store. I am always suspicious of the bargain bin stuff, because it’s usually not marked down much, and the furniture is often beyond repair. So I was a little anxious when Mark told me he had bought the last one in the shop, pre assembled from the bargain bin. One of the doors needed a few screws tightened, and there was a slight mark on the front. And there was a small discount. Mark had to sign a delivery waiver – that the goods would be accepted in whatever condition, and there are no refunds.
The delivery came this morning, and the cabinet is badly damaged. One door was been ripped off the cabinet, with hinges still attached, and the particle board is so damaged that we won’t ever be able to get the door to stay on, unless we re machine the door to move the hinges. Which will probably cost as much as the damned cabinet. The other door is split through – eventually it’s going to fall off too.
The only solution I can see, is to either make a curtain to hide the TV (which will look pretty stupid when all of the rest of the furniture has sleek, clean lines), or buy new doors and new hinges, and hope that we can find enough undamaged wood to screw them into.
Or drop another $400 on another cabinet, that probably won’t match the rest of the furniture.
No pictures, too depressed.
Fishpond is an Aussie site, very similar to the Book Depository. I ordered a few books last week, and was notified today that they are in the post. The books haven’t arrived yet, but I’m impressed so far.
Aishwarya Rai is getting married! If you don’t know who she is, take a look. A gentle introduction to Bollywood films is her 2005 film, Bride & Predjudice – a Bollywood interpretation of Pride & Prejudice (Jane Austen). I challenge you not to fall in love with her a little bit. Quite possibly one of the most beautiful women in the world (in my opinion), and not a bad actress to boot. I wish her well.
So. My day.
If you’ve seen me lately, you’ll know that work isn’t a barrel of laughs. I am feeling more and more like I am swimming with sharks while some bastard is trying to stand on my head, while some other bastard is taking pot shots at me with a bb gun. I’m trying hard, but finding it hard to keep my eye on the shoreline.
Imagine how I felt when I got “the vibe” today. You know, the strong scent of a “Don’t Come Monday” in the air. The accounts person who never comes in on a friday is there. With school aged daughter in tow. Whispered conversations. Closed doors. Discussion of mysterious documents that need to be on letterhead. I have a nose for it, and I’ve never been wrong.
But I was wrong today. The DCM was real, but it wasn’t for me. They canned someone else. I can’t say I’m relieved.
And on Sunday, Coro Innominata has a concert. This means that I’ll be at the pub from around 1pm, but I’ll be leaving before 3pm to get to the concert.
THe lovely panel beater up the street will have to take the entire door trim off to get the needle out. Which will cost about $20, which I am prepared to pay in order to do the green thing, and boost the economy, etc.. But. It’s a work car, and I feel a bit strange about pulling someone else’s car apart to get a single knitting needle.
I’ve tried knitting with 4, but it isn’t fun, and I’m only here for the fun. So for now, I’ll knit with one of the 2.5’s and I’ll bet no-one will ever know the difference.
And maybe I’ll order another set of 2.25’s. So I can futureproof myself a little.
Pearl Beach after the New Years Day fires, 2006
Thomas’ funeral was today. Aunty Emily was distressed, but I hope that the service today brings her some peace. I met my second cousins for the first time, and heard more platitudes than I can usually handle before breakfast.
And on to the plan.
The weather is getting colder, and for a while I have been mulling over the idea of a mini knitters retreat. My family has a holiday house at Pearl Beach, and I can use the house for a weekend (thinking of the 12th + 13th of May). I can have about 3 people stay over, but it would be great to have a few daytime drop ins as well.
I’ll bring the Mah Jong set, and and we can talk to the kookaburras, go for bush walks, sit on the beach, or just drink endless cups of tea and chat.
Sound like your cup of tea? Leave a comment, or email me, and I’ll see if we can get a plan together.
Spotted at a busy intersection last week…