Categorise this!

someone got a lifebouy? I think i just went overboard.

I just finished categorising my blog (over 200 entires, over a years worth).
I made stacks of categories, cause im random and have lots of things to say.
hopefully they will make it easier to look at things that interest you, and not other stuff. As well as being easier for me personally to navigate it all.

Well, I hope its worth it.

dress up time

This is what happens when you give MJ free feign over some dress up stuff. And yes! These are both our boys, they are just creative and comfortable with who they are. There are some more hilarious shots from this dress up session, but I thought getting both the boys in one would be nice.

sneezing cats and gypsy pirates in fluro

We flew down here, to Sydney on Tuesday. Karz has gone home now, to get some drawing done without us boys around, and maybe even find some sanity. There are 2 things that I wanted to share at this point in time. Yes... I thought I would rely on the quirky, a genre that always seems to enrich my life.

sneezing cat
the other day I was in the lounge room at mum and dad's and i heard the cat sneeze. oh well... no biggy. but it seemed to be happening more often, like a ridiculous amount. then... the cat was walking around outside, and im just certain that i heard it sneeze.
short of calling grisam and the csi crew i knew there must be a more logical interpretation ofr the noise than vantriliquist cats that throw their sneezes on the sly. So, Sherlock here worked it out.
there's one of those air freshener gizmos in the lounge room. it puffs every 20 minutes or so and sounds exactly like a cat sneezing!

gypsy pirates in fluro
driving home from burwood last night i realised just how different sydney and brisbane indeed are. in brisbane, the average traffic control person is probably not too well educated, generally anglo, and has an expression on there face that tells you they would love to be on the dole and getting the same money for just sitting around (instead of just standing around holding a sign) - and well, rightly so... its a bit ridiculous that the minimum wage is so low... anyways... it was late, so they were probably getting penalty rates and doing alright for themselves... i really dont know, and socio-rhetoric isnt the point of this entry...
anyways...
the guys doing traffic control last night... seriously looked like gypsy pirates... i was just waiting for their ship to float down parramatta road and then have them to threaten to read tarot or a crystal ball if i didnt do as they say... all to the hearty sounds of piano accordian.
you've gotta love surprises like that... I say it would make all their jobs a little more exciting if the dressed up!

yeah? i was at these roadworx the other night and i was told to drive lowly by a pixie line dancer and a medieval astronaut.

why i should never start a business

if i had a locksmiths business on the gold coast it would be called "goldie locks".

if i owned a baby store in the redland shire (or san fransisco) it would be call "bay city strollers".

may the pun reign supreme.

let me mention this now

when you stay at friend's places theres somethings that maybe are a little substandard... but hey we were saving a huge amount of money on accomodation, so we didnt even mention it. i mention it here because, its worth mentioning here...
the bed we slept on is dead set art.
a futon
a futon that has the worlds craziest mattress on it.
if you sleep on the left side its ok, a little hard, but nothing too bad.
on the right however
the side is really high, so you roll into the middle
the only way to avoid this (i found), was to sorta hug into it sleeping with your back towards the middle.
we took turns at the dodgy side of the bed. when makhyah got in with us it made it particularly interesting.

its all part of the adventure

bye and one last link

goodbye all
i leave you with a link to a site i found today, a new one that interests me
thats all i will say on the matter
its
fifteenminutesago.blogspot.com

farwell

creative hair styling

so last night we went round to kenn and andrea's (nakari's parents) and andrea put foils in my hair - really light blonde and really dark brown... they look good, pretty full on. so i got a hair cut and they look a little less full on now, but still really good (my hair was a bit shaggy anyways). its good when things like that work out well (which it did) but i wonder if the money we saved was worth it all *given that i spent over $25 on colours, brushes etc).... oh well, you live and learn
thanx again andrea...

bad jokes with ian

some classics from the weekend

1 - someone brought some food out to me at a cafe, and said sorry about the wait
my response?
it's not your fault, i eat too much

2 - makhyah only had one shoe on, walking out from maccas.
someone we knew said, has he lost his shoe
my response?
nah, he found one!

does greener grass taste better?

im sure i will try and stuff that into a song somewhere along the line, i think it would work.
my point is... that things can always be better if only... but thats crap really!
life is what we are doing with it now, who we are now, why we are etc...

so my point?
im happy right now
i dont know if i failed that subject at college, and i feel like all my friends my age have disapeered (i miss you all - in order of distance away - BJ, Dan, Lyd, Caine, Sally, Mick, Bec, Mel, Grant, Copland), and well, i cant stop struggling with my dark side (the side that eats things that make me fat...)
but..

its all good
i have an amazing family (love you karz, mj and jumbles)
i have great friends (even if they are a thousand miles away - guitar chords anyone?)
i just got a new job (and probably a whole heap of new friends ???)
i feel like im in a good place right now, and when i look at it, ive been there for a long time, it just feels different.

dont mind me, im just feeling this way.
so after that what now... i think im going to call orgo (thats how i spell it get over it) cause i feel like it.

raisins

another crazy prank?

4am. Woke to the sound of now less than 4 kookaburras, outside our window, going off! And I mean going absolutley crazy - for about 3 minutes. Nakari and I wstarted laughing it was that ridiculous.

I figure they were probably teenage kookaburras, looking for a laugh, after a big night out, on their way home - as there are no kebab places in the area.

oh to be seventeen again

Listening to the news this morning, police in warnambool were called out to a pedestrian crossing to remove 18 garden gnomes. Its suspected that this was a muck up day prank. Thats just gold!!

Another good one i actually experienced the other day. I was filling up my car at the servo when a car cruised by with a guy half hanging out the window, with a megaphone - "stop filling up your cars!". Again... just great stuff.

tip for the day

dont use a wippa snipper on the base of a bush filled with wasps

it hurts

its all fun and games... til someone looses an eye.

in the last 2 or 3 weeks i have managed to get soap, shampoo, conditioner and sunscreen in my eye (one or the other - and yes i mean the eyes i use to see, dont get carried away). Well all this came to a beautiful croshendo (wrong spelling!?) today when...

I managed to get toothpaste in my eye. it deflected from the sink as i spat. I couldnt believe it. Surely a highlight of my clumsiness.

support your local alien time traveller.

due to a heap of automated spam comments i have added word verification if you wanna make a comment. I imagine i will still get spammed a little, but hopefully this will cut it back. So, still comment away if you like, but now you will be forced to enter some insane letters like W4KQ8Z, which for all i know is some code that communicates with aliens (who are really time travellers), but thats ok. Support Aliens/Time Travellers and not spammers.

Mr Men in the ALP

Tonight we were watching the news when a National MP was getting stuck into the labour party in relation to the terrorism laws, and the raids that went on this morning. Boswell said… Now they have egg all over their faces from head to toe… I guess Kim Beasley might be Mr Grumpy and Kevin Rudd Mr Brainy… That’s the only way I can see egg on their faces going from head to toe.

Paranoia – thanx to the government and the media.

I’m not a racist, I really despise racism.
But, for some reason I got all paranoid that the Lebanese guy sitting next to me was reading a book on George Bush and the war in Iraq. Ended up talking to the guy, and he was good value. Its funny what we get fed and how it affects us… this is how racism grows, and well, im sorry that I fell into the trap.

It's not that bad... really...

Getting on the plane today, and my foot is still playing up, really sore and I have not idea why. Anyways, I ask for the exit row seat and the guy just checks to make sure I’m ok, not limping or anything… and well, I was hobbling fairly dramatically by this time. So I make some crack about the adrenaline that would kick in if I actually have to open the door. Get the seat and walk off with no limp… mind you I could have used some morphine after that.

Can is citizenship required

What a sentence I just wrote in my comments back to Grande on my last post. Man... with literary brilliance like that I'm surprised people arent coming up to me in the street asking for my autograph... or something.

Saturday Part One.

Well things have been busy and net access has been hard to find, but here we go… Not much time, but will do my best…

Saturday – Part 1.
Up around 5. Stayed at the central coast again, so had to get into it early. Left the motel around 5.30, heading for McGraths Hill Maccas to meet my parents. Anyways, got to maccas (I know its evil), met up with Mick, and then we all went our separate ways. Mum and Dad home with Makhyah, Karz up to the Hen’s night, and Mick and I to Skirmish.

So Mick and I rock up to Skirmish, meet a bunch of people I might have met once before yonks ago, and get ready for battle. or whatever it is. So, they split the teams up capoeira guys against everyone else – oh how I wished I was a capo guy right then – it was the sentence to getting my butt kicked. So, I guess I will just write a couple of key stories (or ones that I was involved in) to paint a picture of the day.

I’m pretty much slow and big, so there is very little I have going for me when it comes to things like this. So my strategy is to hide, or lurk round the back somewhere and hope I don’t get hit. Apparently neither plan worked too well. First game, I’m hiding in the main fort (where the other team had to take the flag from) when… BANG! In the neck. I tell you, it freaked me out. Then we swapped sides, I’m just wandering round up the back when BANG, cant remember where I got hit, it was just so surprising that someone got me from that distance – big target I guess…

So, our ref for the day was a bit of a tool. Didn’t explain things well and was pretty much not there mentally. They were pretty full on about keeping masks on, which is good, better to be that way than loose an eye.

So… Change of plan. Now I will hide until I have a good spot, then HERO RUN! So I hid behind a barricade with Mick and Kara (Grant was on the other team), then when the time was right(ish) I charged out trying to get the guys who were shooting at us. So… I leap up start bolting, and couldn’t see anyone, all the places I thought they were, there was no-one. So I got hit a coupla times and wandered back to the shed.
When we changed sides on that one I started with the hero run, but then got behind a barricade and was like “now what do I do”. I’m pretty sure I got hit by friendly fire.

Well, gotta run, a few more stories will follow I’m sure…

t minus 12 days...

So, 12 days til the wedding. Been a little bizarre lead up thus far, but its all good.

clothing and bridal parties. always fun and games. tomorrow i shall be driving half way across town hunting for a shirt. im glad we found one, i'd hate to stick out (yeah right). Also got my suit jacket being sorted by my champion mother-in-law, so it wont look too big, but thankfully (?) i put on some weight so it wasnt as big a issue as it could have been - yay to chocolate!! glad i'm not nakari though - the dresses they are wearing are going to be freezing... oh well, i guess my suit jacket will be surrended to my beautiful wife, and we will both be cold... dunno???

Spoke to Mick yesterday, as i said a very funny fellow (or fallow if he was a farm boy). Had a litte chat about possible gifts, i wont allude to his possible choice of gift, but i can share some of the no-go options. My favourite was a bottle of weed-killer and a small spade, with a small sticker on the outideside saying "weeding present", gold! just gold i tell you. For some reason big bizarre sculpture were also mentioned (a la Mr Burns' gift to bart for being a blood donor). There were alot of funny things mentioned, but i cant remember them all...

So also had to sort out everything else we are doing. Makhyah, Karz and I are staying up the central coast somewhere Thursday, Friday, then have the Bux/Hens parties on this coming saturday. The skirmish we are going to starts at 8.30am, then aparently from there we are doing dinner, going out, etc... crikey, i imagine i will either pike early or fall asleep, we'll see. So, Saturday morning we have to drive from the central coast to my parents place near Bankstown, then out to skirmish, past windsor. fun and games.

Another highlight of our time in Sydney has come totally out of the blue. Kaya (those funky girls from x-factor) are playing a gig at the Basement - i love the basement - good memories - tidas, jeff lang, john buttler, blea fleck and the flecktones (best gig i have ever been to), just to name a few. So, kaya should be great there, really looking forward to it (love to meet them too, wanna talk to alex about africa).

not sure what else will go on while we are down south, i shall try to blog at least every coupla days. thats unless i just get overwhelmed by grant's good looks and cease to exist (man, he's just a babe) ok im the best man, i have to say things like that, or do i?

"always play with their minds"