Friday, June 29, 2007

Fuyija Miyagi

This song is coolio, and so is the vid!

(Found through Dooce)

Thursday, June 28, 2007


A woman ran past me today, she had very springy legs.

Thursday, June 21, 2007

40 minutes in a multi-storey carpark

So on our weekly car trip to Woolies this week, (which we like to make as swift as possible so that we don't turn into pumpkins from expelling too much carbon into the atmosphere, and from being turned into pulp by crazy Sydney drivers), we got stuck in a 40 minute traffic jam. A traffic jam, inside the shopping centre carpark, on a Saturday, at 5pm, in a shopping centre carpark (did I already mention that?).

Being stuck in a carpark in the eastern suburbs, with all the crazy drivers in that area is not really my idea of fun. More so when I am driving, and my husband is squirming in the passenger seat as he tries to zip his lips, to prevent them from spilling words such as "Brake!" and "What are you doing?" My usual response is a calm "Who's driving baby?" Really he means well, but unfortunately the helpful tit bits aren't falling on ears that want to listen, considering that those ears and attached body do the majority of the driving in this town.

Anyway, back to the 40 minute traffic jam, in the carpark. It was like everyone was playing mind games! I was doing my very best to be polite, but not let the entire world pull infront of me from the side parking areas. I felt like a ninja driving a car, gettig right up the bum of the P plater in front of me so that the BMW driver next to me that had cut off three people couldn't do the same to me. Excuse me for being an anti-BMW/Mercedes driver. But those dudes think they are totally entitled to cut people off, double park (and leave the car there blocking the road as they pick up their skinny, soy, weak, decaf latte), run red lights (I am not kidding), block intersections, and push in impolitely!

The P-plater in front of me had a car full of girls, they were all decked out in their emo gear, with their emo tunes, and their emo looks (full of disdain for the world). The only time I felt emo during the whole experience was when I started to get hunger pains, was distracted and yet another BMW cut me off forcing me to brake very swiftly.

The previously mentioned emo-driver was chain smoking, which is illegal inside fully enclosed car parks. My husband was glaring at her the whole time, thinking of all the possible outcomes of her smoking, well he didn't say anything but I know him well enough to know what was churning over in that brain of his. Like the fire sprinklers turning on, the alarms going off, us being evacuated on foot, having to leave the car, the old water in the sprinkler pipes damaging the paint on the car, the meat going off, the milk turning sour, not being able to enjoy a roast dinner with potato and gravy! See people just don't think of the consequences when they light up in a car park do they?! It could cause others to miss out on eating gravy! GRAVY! I saw his worried look, and said "Don't worry honey, we are not in as bad a position as the people in the back of her car (not smoking) who will soon pass out from fumes, and will likely sue her arse for giving them lung cancer.

The Honda behind me contained a single father with his young baby of about 6-9 months. The poor guy was alone in the car with the screaming child. He was jumping in and out of the drivers seat, grabbing various toys, bottles and pacifiers from the boot. None of them worked. Then all of a sudden I heard a beep, I was just about to yell a profanity at him, to inform him that I had 50,000 cars in front of me and couldn't accelerate, then I realised that he had the kid behind the wheel with him, and it was beeping the horn excitedly and giggling away. The car was stationary! So don't be concerned! Sure it wasn't the safest thing in the world, but you work with whatever you've got when you get are stuck in a 40 minute traffic jam with a baby.

We got excited when we were nearing our exit and the traffic seemed to be heading off in the direction of another exit, but then...our normal exit was blocked off by traffic barriers! Those barriers really broke our spirits.

My husband now began to squirm even more, he let out a peep saying "This is so frustrating! They should install speakers so that they can tell us what's going on, or put some dude there with the barriers to let people know what the F is going on!" My response was, "Can you get me a bannana from the boot? I am hungry". His response was *glare*. (Hey, I was hungry, my clutch foot was falling asleep and I was trying to stay positive, I figured that the bananna might help me do that.)

After about 35 minutes we seemed to be nearing what appeared to be an alternate exit, but not before I got nearly ram raided by a crazy Mazda driver. At the 40 munite mark, when we finally exited it was pitch black, it was well and truly daylight when we had arrived.

I don't think that I could handle doing that again, being trapped in a small space with so many crazy eastern suburb drivers, they are scary scary people!

Sunday, June 17, 2007

Not funny blood

Poor little guy, he's just trying to look after his little sis, what a cutey. :)

Saturday, June 16, 2007


Is this not the most gorgeous girl you have ever seen? She makes me all teary she is so beautiful!

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Funny Men

Have you ever read those Mr Men books? I loved them when I was a kid. My brother once gave my husband and I Mr Men books specific to our personalities (it was funny sh*t).

Well I have been collecting a lot of thoughts about Mr Men characters who live in my area. There is Mr Sandwich, who likes to chuck his half eaten ham sandwiches into the alley way behind our apartment building. There is Mr Garlic, otherwise known as Mr Opera when he is in alternate moods, who lives in our building. He really likes garlic, so much so that when he cooks he uses enough to make our eyes water inside our apartment.

There is Mr Fitty Cent, a local guy who asks for money, but only even fifty cents (was that name too mean?) There is Mr (or should is say Ms) Austrian Princess who is the matradee at our local Bavarian Pub. I know that this sounds mean, but he actually introduces himself as the Austrian Princess.

Ok, that;s all I got at this point, will add more as they come to me.

Monday, June 11, 2007

Raining hard

It has been pretty wet here lately in Sydney town. It has also been pretty chilly. I almost feel like we are living in Europe, which is kind of cool. I have been whipping out all of my retired winter clothes, those that were banished to the plastic storage boxes under the bed. I have pulled out my box of scarves. Yes, I have a box of them. Yes, I realise that I live in Australia, but I can always live in hope that one day the climate may change enough that I get to wear a scarf everyday.

I have always loved winter, perhaps being born in our country's capital has something to do with that. I like the beach, but I have to be honest if it got cold enough that I never was able to go again, I am not sure that I would be that disappointed. Blashphemy! I hear you scream. I know that I should love the beach and the sunshine like all other Aussie's, and I do really like the beach , and I love sunshine. But I really love a crisp cold morning, rugged up in a scarf, ugg boots in the evenings, snuggles on the couch, being able to sleep soundly at night, not sweating, autumn leaves falling, open fires and marshmallows, hot chocolates, steaming herbal teas, doonas, turtle neck jumpers, elegant winter gloves and delicate gloves, staring out the window at the rain falling, hearing the rain patter on a tin roof. I could go on forever. There is just so much to love about the colder months. Though I do appreciate the balance of summer, sometimes I think that summer gets too much of a go in Australia, I wish winter had a bit more of an opportunity to that an oxymoron?

The only annoying thing is getting wet running from your apartment to the car parked under the dead bat tree.

Sunday, June 10, 2007

It's been a bit wet.

Husband: Did you hear that car slide?

Wife: No

Husband: It think I just heard that car slide!

Wife: Really?

Husband: Yeah. Unless it was you blowing your nose. Did you?

Wife: No. Why is that relevant?

Husband: Cause your nose blowing sounds like a car sliding.

Wife: (*explodes into ecstatic laughter) That is the funniest thing I have ever heard! I had no idea that you paid so much attention to my nose blowing.

Husband: Well I do. The car definitely slid then.

Saturday, June 02, 2007

Has it been a month already?

Wow, I have been really, really slack lately with the ole blog. But I promise itt has all been for a good cause, well maybe not good, but productive. I have literally been working my butt of recently, so much that I have not had a spare moment to really look after myself or do anything that I really care about. Like maintain this blog.

There have been many times I have wanted to write, especially when I have seen and experienced all the strange things that constantly happen to me here in Sydney. Below are a few of the interesting things that I have experienced lately:

  • Our car window was smashed
  • A person Od'd in the park accross from our building
  • I saw a dead body on the street
  • A person was bashed with an iron pole two streets away from our house
  • This morning at 3am a man was sitting on our bonnet and throwing a giant knife into the wall accross from our apartment repeatedly
  • We are thinking about moving

Apart from all of these less than desirable things life has been good. Yes, I have been working a lot but it has been great work, exciting projects, inspiring and creative. I am really proud of the work I have been producing lately, I have really been on the top of my game, and have been having a ball.

Have a good one! I am off to bed to prep for a big day with the ladies over from Perth. Have just stuffed myself with roast beef, steamed vege's and gelato. Mmmm gelato.