Thursday, March 31, 2011

Someone please explain, because I don't get it at all!

The state I live in is broke.  Actually, in debt to the tune of $AUD1billion.  For a population of less than 500,000 people.  Our hospitals are falling down, physically and in terms of patient care, people are sleeping in parks in ever increasing numbers, crimes go unsolved as police numbers are reduced, and schools are struggling to maintain educational standards.

 So what does our government do, in their infinite wisdom?  They decide that as of next year, they will spend between $400,000 and $600,000 to bring a second Aussie Rules team to play 2 or 3 matches a season here.  We already have Hawthorn, at a cost of $18million over the last 5 years, not including junkets and advertising.  That's $4million into club coffers, for a couple of games a year, in the North East.

North Melbourne, should this deal come off, will play in the South East, in the state capital.  There are no numbers yet about how much they have been offered to come here - the figures released thus far are per-game costs.

Yes, they have a vision, our government.  I'm just not sure what it is.  And some days I wonder if they know themselves.

Time to be honest, I am...........

......... probably one of the laziest people you could ever meet.

I read on Meet Virginia, that if it wasn't for her blog being a style blog, she wouldn't bother getting 'dressed', she'd go for comfort.  Because she is lazy, apparently.

Now, this made me feel a bit better, this woman has amazing style, and from what I can see, a wardrobe to match, is cute as a button, and if she didn't have to get in front of a camera every day, wouldn't bother making the effort.  If someone that cute and stylish has those days, I guess I can too.

Now, I am not totally bone idle.  I do my housework, I cook. I even do laundry.  And, when I can be bothered, I study.  I also walk a minimum of 10km (6 miles) a day, and do weight work every second.  So I am not totally sedentary.

The laziness is more of the mental variety than the physical - I just cannot be bothered, so I don't.  I actually think my main problem is lack of inspiration............... where to find some of that?  Oh, and clothes to match it.

Yeah, that would be good - except I would have to go shopping. And of course, I can't be bothered.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Enough already.........

............. seriously, I'm over it.

The feral nutjob is back to his old tricks, and his feral lady friend across the road from us (she moved in after he left, but both are junkies, so.......) is helping him.

My head is exploding, I am too scared to walk even as far as the mailbox without having a video camera running, and the Law can do - nothing.

Yep, it's just another day in Paradise.

Friday, March 25, 2011

Congratulations to Ani and Roy.......


.........on the safe arrival of Chael Kai.

He is beautiful.  I am so very happy for you both.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

The other day.............

I broke my big toe, and dislocated my thumb.  Right foot, right hand.  At the same time, in the same incident.

This is not the first time I have managed something this clever, I once broke my little toe, and dislocated my pinky. Right foot, right hand. Same time.  Same incident.

Oddly, as sore as my toe was initially, it's my thumb that is giving me the most grief.  Which is odd when you consider I walk 10km (6miles) or more every single day.  But, there it is, now the swelling is gone, or at least mostly gone, my toe is good, unless I kick it. Then I cry.  Right after I swear. A lot.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Get a dictionary. Right now.

Seriously. Get. a. goddamn. dictionary. And use it. Because all the atrocious spelling I have seen today is giving me a headache.

We have 'shammee' on a carwash - because 'chamois' is too hard for people to work out what it means/how to say it. I asked.

Expresso - I may let this one slide, as it IS a marketing tool. Tomorrow. Today, it needs fixing.

One does not 'loge' a tax return. You 'lodge' it.  Or find an accountant who knows how to proof-read their business cards/signs.

No-one in their right mind is going to hire a 'secetary'.  They would much rather a 'secretary', of this I am sure.

And if you can get a ship to set 'sale' well, more power to you - me, I thought they set 'sail' and a 'sale was where you saved bucketloads of money on everyday prices.  Although, given the prices here as opposed to there, maybe 'sale' is an appropriate spelling.....

Now, before anyone (is there anyone?) reading this starts in with the vitriol, I am NOT referring to bloggers, FaceBookers, or anyone else out there who is simply typing things for their own pleasure.  All of these errors were spotted on businesses around town.  And. they. piss. me. off.  Because image is everything in attracting new business, this place is going backwards, and these types of glaring errors are part of the reason.

And yes, I do make spelling mistakes/typos.  I admit that. I correct what I catch.  But I am doing this for myself, not to get someone to give me their money.  Although, if someone wanted to give me money for writing my blog, I'd take it ;)

Monday, March 7, 2011

First visit to the shrink, and size 8 jeans

Didn't learn anything I didn't already know at the psychologists, but that's not why I am going.  I am going to learn how to put what I know into practice, to save my sanity, and quite possibly my marriage.  Seriously, how on Earth we aren't divorced yet is beyond me!

Yes, but the jeans, what about the jeans?! I hear you, so here's the scoop.

In recent months I have lost a lot of weight - a LOT - from around 80kg 18 months ago down to 60kg - a size 16 to a size 8-10.  I know this because all the clothes I owned were/are falling off.  A wee detour on the way home today scored me a pair of size 8 jeans, and a pair of size 9's too.  So not only do I have the first jeans I have owned in............. a very long time, they are size 8's (and a 9, but we're going with 8 because it sounds so much cooler, being the size I was some 22 years ago - pre-children).

Best bit? The 2 pairs together, in extraordinarily good order, cost me a massive $10.  That's 1/6 of the cheaper pair's retail price. Another good bit was hubby's approval as I showed them off when I got home.......

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Arsehats vs Samaritans. Winner take all......

I am a cynic.  We all know this.  And yet, I fully believe that the Samaritans will win out in the end.  Even though they are outnumbered.  Because, no matter how messed up things get, there is that vital core of human beings who believe in doing what is right.

Case in point: yesterday, on a stretch of ocean highway, coming home from Uni - husband driving.  Round a long sweeping bend to see debris all over the road, and a damaged car rolling backwards, facing the wrong way. about 300m in front of us.  Not good.

We pulled up, as did the car behind us.  We got the driver, a 19 year old woman, out of the car (she was getting out herself, even before we got to her) and to the safety of the other side of the road.  Rang police and an ambulance.  Gave her my jacket, as she was shivering, and no-one else had anything.

As we stood waiting for the police/ambo to turn up, we watched traffic on the stretch of road leading to the accident site - they HAD to see the car parked on the shoulder, with it's hazards on (ours) as they came out of the corner; they HAD to see the debris all over the road (one lane was particularly bad), they HAD to see the second car on the shoulder near the accident site, as well as the damaged car, and 5 people standing on the side of the road.  And yet, they came flying up the blocked lane, to the point where there were 6 near-misses for crashes, and 1 did actually impact.

The drivers of the cars in question got out and started yelling at each other.  In the middle of the highway, with traffic and mess everywhere.  Then the Law arrived.  Which was a good thing in more ways than 1, not only was I terrified that someone was going to fly around the corner and kill us all, I was sick of the people who were going past yelling at us to clean up the road.

The debris was from a flat-tray that lost part of it's load - another driver saw it spewing stuff all over the highway, got the rego, and came back around onto our side of the carriageway to tell the police.

In this instance, there were more arsehats than Samaritans.  But, those who stopped, did so from genuine concern for another human being.  That's why I think the Samaritans will win. Because they are still out there, and the arsehats can't beat them all.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Save water, create jobs; cut down trees.

Don't yell at me! This is a perfectly legitimate idea.  You just have to hear me out.

By trees I mean willow trees - they clog our waterways, and are a pest.  Removal allows for natives to grow, creates habitat for wildlife (willows aren't great for Australian native animals), and frees up massive water resources.

Removal is time consuming and costly.There is a way around this.

We have Work-for-the-Dole (unemployment benefit), and Green Corps (unemployed under-25's), who are routinely sent out to work on 'community projects'.  They get paid extra (not a lot, but extra) to do this - let's get them into willow removal.  We will be giving them skills that will stand in good stead, particularly in Tasmania, as water resources become even more valuable.  And it will be long-term work - willows are NOT easy to get rid of.

2 problems solved, for the price of none.