Private Thoughts

I'd just been paying bills and doing the shopping and my kids were fighting and screaming in the backseat of the car. I was not in a good mood at all.

At the same time that I noticed the car next to me slowly down, my oldest yelled out "stop!". I stopped along with another lane of traffic and watched as a mother duck and her ducklings all waddled out in front of the car and started crossing the road to get to a park and lake on the other side.

It's a pretty busy road and it was peak hour, I'm sure I wasn't the only grumpy person on the road, but when I looked at the car next to me and saw this big goofy grin on the driver's face, I instantly felt better.

The ducks all crowded onto the centre concrete island and very soon, the other side of the road slowed down and stopped too, and off she went.

The guy next to me and myself didn't drive off till the ducks were on their way and we all took off quietly so as not to disturb them. People got out of their cars to watch and kids noses were pressed up on windows everywhere.

What surprised me most is no one beeped. And we all stopped because we wanted to.

I was beginning to think that we were all turning into no caring look out for number one types, yet we all stopped for some ducks.

Although I'm very grateful that I don't have to breathe through my mouth all the time, the alternating nostril thingy is really starting to piss me off.

I finally crumbled and wimped out and got my aloe vera and vitamin e facial tissues. They're expensive but my nose is red raw and has skin flaking and dammit it's sore. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.

I drove the Hunkajunk today when I took the kids to school. I had to follow all these specific instructions in order to get from A to B then A again without breaking down, but it was a bit of a rush stopping only when I meant to.

Okay gonna go blow my nose again, sigh with pleasure as gossamer clouds enfold my nose....

That's all I'm saying on it. Thank god my hair grows fast.

I think my hamsters are getting used to the new modem. I tested my modem speed and I'm getting 40kbs. I've been working on 29kbs, so that's pretty exciting for me. Oh sure, laugh away cable users, I know you're all quicker than me, but I'm happy with what I've got.

Gonna give it a whirl in Kazaa soon just so I can ooooo at the difference in there. It'll be nice to get something in 20 minutes rather than the half hour I've been waiting.

Still can't believe I put the modem in all by myself and didn't break anything.....

Yabbies are little shell fish and they kind of look like a prawn or a shrimp. Here's a pic of one.

Okay okay I'm kidding. I could never KILL and EAT my yabbies. They're my babies. Dave-o keeps threatening to eat them but dammit I've had them since they were little tackers. Kind of like Homer and Pinchy.

Here's a real pic


Anywho we cleaned out the tank yesterday and we changed stuff around in the tank because I figured even yabbies need a change of scenery and we added two clear pvc pipes (formerly a UUUUUUUUSELESS piece of aquarium equipment that was supposed to clean the pebbles on the bottom) and we made a little maze. One pipe goes from the Flintstone house to their little log and the other pipe goes from the other side of the log to the top of the Flintstone house, but under a piece of broken tile.

It's the best tank ever and I think the yabbies are starting to trust us. When we first tried to catch those little critters you had to have about 8 hands in the tank and hope to god someone caught one of them, now they just sit there and let me pick them up and awwwwwwwwwwwwww they're so cute. I would probably feel more at ease about their sudden co-operation if I hadn't read that thread about Siegfried and Roy's tiger using Roy as a health bar.

I know I know, there's a huge difference between a yabbie and a tiger, but damn those pincers can get you but GOOD.

Anywho they love their new set up to bits. They ran around like mad things running over everything and running through the pipes which made us all say "ooooooooooooooh" because they actually USED it and then the yabbies started 'getting friendly'.

I can't believe I correctly sexed a shellfish. That's if "yeah that one looks like a guy" counts as sexing. I already knew I had a female because she had babies but alas they all died. So yeah, with any luck, we might have some baby Flintstones on the way.

I installed my new modem today. It doesn't feel any different and I wonder if it's one of those instances where you don't notice any changes straight away. Like on your birthday. You don't feel a year older till your next birthday is 3 months away. I'm wondering if my hamsters have to get used to the new stuff. Maybe get limbered up and build up their heart rates slowly or something....

It kept meowing and dashing off like the devil was after it, so I figured I'd wash it in case it had fleas.

I will not do this again.

I used wool wash cos the eucalyptus is good for their fur blah blah blah, but I got some water in it's lil face and it started sneezing. Then it just laid in the towel and didn't do anything.

I can't even remember the last time I didn't need to hold a wet cat down without clamps and a vice to avoid scratching.

I watched it sneeze and lay there for 7 hours and it's better today. Every time it slept I poked it. Those critters sure can sleep deep.

First of all I started paying attention to my breathing. You ever done that? You lay there and you take notice of the rise and fall of your chest and then you start regulating your breathing and suddenly you're getting starved of oxygen because it's not your body breathing, it's you and arrrrrrrgh! Then you try to stop breathing so your body will do it on it's own so you start singing and reciting the alphabet backwards so your brain has something else to work on other than your breathing so that it all goes normal again.

Anywho, I finally got my breathing right again, then I shut my eyes to try to go asleep, then stressed about where my eyes were looking under my eyelids. And just what is the relaxed pose for an eyeball? Do we look down, left, right, up, straight ahead?

You get my drift.

I'm surprised I woke up this morning....

Everything aches and I think it's because I was running last night. Here I was thinking I was special because I ran for 2km's and was hardly out of breath at all and now, a little over 12 hours on, I think I require hospitalisation.

I'm gonna crawl to the bathroom and stand under some hot water for a few hours.

I feel like shit.

Dave-o decided he needed marker pegs and rope so he ummmmmmmm..... 'took' some from the Park and put me in charge of holding the markers pegs. I had them down my sweat pants and up into my shirt so no one could see them and then nearly pierced my leg to death when I slipped on some wet concrete (personal note to self: wear runners next time, not sandals).

It was around about that time that I got sick of carrying lethal weapons so I tossed them on the ground and sprinted through the Park (hey it was dark out there and I saw Blair Witch) to get the car while everyone else sat on a park bench and waited for me.

Then we went to Hunky Dacks (hey it was Cheyenne's night so we had to call the outlet by it's proper name) and Krystal and I crawled through pipes and slid down slides with Cheyenne while the Dave-o ordered our dinner.

I feel a little exhausted as I'm running on three hours sleep.

Dave-o and Krystal are staying the night as tomorrow we've decided we all want to take Cheyenne to the zoo.

The Royal Show is an agricultural show they have in Perth for a week. There are games, rides, agricultural shows like sheep shearing and wood chopping and cow judging etc; and there are showbags filled with candy, games, toys etc.

This is the first year since I first got married where I'll be going and NOT buying showbags for children and I can go on all the scary rides because I don't have kids to keep an eye on (really hard to do when everything around you is a blur and you're strapped into some safety device).

Dave-o and Krystal are coming with and while the Dave-o stays firmly planted on the ground, Krystal and I are going to see how sick we can make ourselves on the rollercoaster and the roundup.

We're gonna whirl till we hurl yeehawwww.

They also asked us to fill out these stupid "how were we?" forms. You got a raffle ticket for filling the form out so I hope one of my 7 raffle tickets is the lucky one.

Who cares how a bingo hall is run? So long as they call out the numbers clearly and we can win shit, who cares about the food (including the sucky soup), the drink and the attitude of the voluntary staff? Nanas and stoners go to bingo. It's not the Ritz. We don't care.

Still, wonder what the prize is and how am I going to split it three ways?